IKEA and Me

I love IKEA. I moved to a town with an IKEA because I love IKEA. If you came into my home, you'd be shocked at the number of IKEA products here.

Our kitchen cabinets and appliances were bought at IKEA. I'm currently typing this post on my iPad, which is sitting on top of IKEA's ÖJULF, or laptop support with cushion, which is fantastic. If my wife let me buy every household item at IKEA, I'd be psyched, but that won't happen.

I will admit that IKEA products aren't the best in the world, but they're generally good. They are essentially disposable products with limited lifespans. IKEA furniture isn't heirloom furniture; it wasn't built to be passed down from generation to generation.

We now live in a disposable society. My buddy owns a furniture consignment shop that only consigns quality furniture; he laughs when I tell him this, but I'm sticking to my guns. It's a mindset, and I'd bet his customers would disagree with my ideals.

Back in the 1980s, antiquing seemed to be a huge business. Our stepmother loved antiques, and my dad bought her a beautiful dining room set from the 1700s. That world of dovetail corners and ornate carving is gone.

We live in a flat-packed sparsity world, and that's okay.

However, I won't be reviewing any IKEA products because IKEA doesn't have an affiliate marketing program in the United States.