Ikea Marked For Death.

[reddragdiva]

The journey to Ikea Brent Park by bus is merely a pain in the arse. The journey back - carrying stuff - is an utter bastard.

The chair I wanted is quite definitely not in the current range. They do have some complete shit that would be quite good except that there is no way to actually fix the back at the height you set it to. The height is set by resting it in some sort of notched arrangement which it happily pops out of if, e.g., you move your back or shoulders while sitting in it.

The bedroom furniture department was where the aesthetic life was smothered out of me. It's partly gratifying and partly a subject for despair to realise at thirty-six that the aesthetic opinions you formed at sixteen were in fact correct the first time.

So, no bed or chair. I did get three pillows and a butterfly corkscrew (which I wanted to stab myself or everyone around me with repeatedly). And a king-size quilt from the Tesco across the carpark. Which was damn cosy last night.

1. If it's not in the catalogue, it doesn't fucking exist any more and never did.
2. Don't even attempt it without a car.
3. Make damn sure you know precisely what you want. Get it and get the fuck out.
4. Don't go in the first place.

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[arkady.livejournal.com]

The art of shopping in Ikea trent Park with saiira:

• Do it on a Thursday.
  
• Go to dinner first at La Porchetta.
  
• Go to Sluts meet.
  
• Get bored, go to Ikea.
  
• Swan around in Ikea looking ludicrously Goth at 10pm. (Corsets optional, though Saiira and I wore ours.)
  
• Select your items.
  
• Look for big friendly men to put your chosen items on trolley - failing that, have two frail-looking Goth-girlies manouver items onto trolley whilst they give dirty looks to all nearby men (who aren't offering to assist).
  
• Wheel trolley(s) to checkout.
  
• Pay, then get Ikea to deliver to your home.
  
• Voilá! Ikea shopping the easy way! Sit back and enjoy Ikea furniture lifestyle. :-)