Random observation: For some reason, IKEA (which I visited for the first time today) reminds me of nothing so much as a Jorge Luis Borges story. I'm tempted to say "Blue Tigers," but I think "Funes, His Memory" might work, too.

I'm also a bit lost as to the store's intended market (aside from 'trapped people who just want to get out already'), since everything appeared to be marginally-to-more-than-marginally more expensive than, say, Target, with no appreciable uptick in quality and an unappealing uniformity in style.

1 comment:

Katherine said...

I have NEVER understood the appeal of IKEA.