Sunday, September 4, 2011
We went to ikea today During a massive storm and it was so very strange... Not the massive storm, ikea... lots of families, young couples with babies starting up their lives together with new furniture, in laws and debts, and middle aged married couples re-doing their homes for the last long haul, grandparents with toddlers... but what was terribly apparent was that nobody seemed happy. Nobody. I saw no smiles all day...I saw kids overfed and unhappy and one woman in silent desperation with tears rolling down her cheeks motionless, step ford misery, and I was shocked. What these people needed was not good taste, or comfort, or style, they just needed to get in, get out, and get to the end of the day without suicide or killing each other. They had no... They were blank. Weird. Anyhow, the stuff in there... well, pretty reasonably priced on the whole, some fantastic offers and some ridiculously overpriced furnishings, but on average, a good deal... Ok. Now. Here's the thing. it was all modern. All of it. Contemporary. Red, black or grey. White, if you are lucky. Nthere no wood effect productcs as they are all in the warehouses having my bile washed off. No, but we got some good things a home needs: toilet brush, bath mats, towel holder, place mats, crockery, pans, a chopping board etc etc... All for about 50 cents but... It's all so terribly clinical. Huge barren Surfaces. Straight lines. No chance of ikea curving anything. It might show signs of morphing into having some sort of character, god forbid... And ijust couldnt be happy in an ikea home... With its sterile furnishings for clean living families with pristine requirements. Squares. Rectangles. Reminiscent of that box style hair cut bloody French women have. Thin black hair, straight fringe, short and angular, on boy looking girls, weighing three stone two... Anyhow ikea... It's this nightmare nazi regime of telling people en masse what good taste is. We are brainwashed. 'This is klimt and we hear it's fine art therefor we will buy this print a woman on her side with red hair and pay fifty because we want to impress people at dinner parties with our extreme refinement and art savvy.' It's trite. For me... Well, we are flooded in our bathroom and with wet tiles we're slipping over etc so it was a timely visit... We needed sticky oversized carpet slice type affairs and fast ...and for that, ikea is your main man... Pillows nice... Kitchenware nice... But anything that requires an emotional understanding of making a home, lived in by real people, with real issues and needs and problems...not people from adverts on tv... They just don't get it. Mnd you, with what I saw of the people in there... Maybe they get it perfectly...
Posted by genie at 4:07 PM