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In Sweden, IKEA is a seller of cheap furniture. In Eastern Europe, they are not afraid to charge higher prices and profile themselves as high quality modern furniture retailer, despite the standard of living and wages in Eastern Europe are much lower than those in Sweden.

Hey, if you want to buy cheap from IKEA, you have to take a car and ride to Germany! Ludicrous.

We (myself and my girlfriend) still like IKEA, mainly because of the furniture design, and shop clerks are friendly, too, but that’s where it stops.

You pay them a visit and wish to purchase, they don’t have half of the things on store. We visited one booth, lady told us:”very rare thing happened, we don’t have this on store, but it shall arrive in 2 days”. That happens. So we go to another booth, to ask for something else. “We only have corpuses, but not the doors. Doors will arrive in 1 month.” Well, we didn’t bother to go to the third specialized booth (aka department), but could have been fun too maybe.

Then we go to their eating place. We take leaflets with us about a piece of furniture we were about to buy. They boast about how everything is on store. Oh well. Nevermind. And they boast about how much of an advantage it is that you can attach some little decore to that furniture on your own, that you can decide, and how big advantage it is that you can finish it yourself. Hell….it’s a decor that EVERYONE decides to attach. They are just too damn thrifty, even where it makes no sense.

Still in the IKEA eating place, I notice the table. Full of scares. You can even make a scar on it with your nail, without even trying! Which reminds me of the table we bought from them. I couldn’t write a note on solid paper with a pencil on it, because it makes a scar on the table surface instantly. Now I am always hoovering around our table on the tiptoe, afraid that it might fall down from big vibration. Also considering I will be drinking and eating off the table - hey we want it stay with us and endure at least one or two years…..

Today, the girlfriend goes to wash our IKEA arm-chair’s sheeting. I’m turning a choleric. We paid extra to get the washable sheeting. First, you almost can’t take it off. Second, you can’t put it back. The case is small (maybe even shrinked after washing), foam rubber bigger, it just doesn’t fit. Our arm-chair now looks funny, as if it had a constipation. It’s now even unique. Designed by IKEA.
While I love IKEA concept, and designs, all I gotta say about ALL the products we bought there (don’t even let me started about the kitchen we acquired from them - because after weeks of usage, I would have to use some rough words), it’s cheap rubbish not worth the price we paid for it. It’s a cheap furniture for those with lower incomes, or for those who are only looking for something that looks nice a year or two (well I can see it will last 10 or 25 years like they promise, just it will only look as s**t), and anyone who pays premium for that (on the markets where they dress as something extra), is a fool. And I was the biggest of the fools.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, September 13th, 2006 at 9:09 am and is filed under review. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Responses are currently closed, but you can trackback from your own site.

In Sweden, IKEA is a seller of cheap furniture. In Eastern Europe, they are not afraid to charge higher prices and profile themselves as high quality modern furniture retailer, despite the standard of living and wages in Eastern Europe are much lower than those in Sweden.

Hey, if you want to buy cheap from IKEA, you have to take a car and ride to Germany! Ludicrous.

We (myself and my girlfriend) still like IKEA, mainly because of the furniture design, and shop clerks are friendly, too, but that’s where it stops.

You pay them a visit and wish to purchase, they don’t have half of the things on store. We visited one booth, lady told us:”very rare thing happened, we don’t have this on store, but it shall arrive in 2 days”. That happens. So we go to another booth, to ask for something else. “We only have corpuses, but not the doors. Doors will arrive in 1 month.” Well, we didn’t bother to go to the third specialized booth (aka department), but could have been fun too maybe.

Then we go to their eating place. We take leaflets with us about a piece of furniture we were about to buy. They boast about how everything is on store. Oh well. Nevermind. And they boast about how much of an advantage it is that you can attach some little decore to that furniture on your own, that you can decide, and how big advantage it is that you can finish it yourself. Hell….it’s a decor that EVERYONE decides to attach. They are just too damn thrifty, even where it makes no sense.

Still in the IKEA eating place, I notice the table. Full of scares. You can even make a scar on it with your nail, without even trying! Which reminds me of the table we bought from them. I couldn’t write a note on solid paper with a pencil on it, because it makes a scar on the table surface instantly. Now I am always hoovering around our table on the tiptoe, afraid that it might fall down from big vibration. Also considering I will be drinking and eating off the table - hey we want it stay with us and endure at least one or two years…..

Today, the girlfriend goes to wash our IKEA arm-chair’s sheeting. I’m turning a choleric. We paid extra to get the washable sheeting. First, you almost can’t take it off. Second, you can’t put it back. The case is small (maybe even shrinked after washing), foam rubber bigger, it just doesn’t fit. Our arm-chair now looks funny, as if it had a constipation. It’s now even unique. Designed by IKEA.
While I love IKEA concept, and designs, all I gotta say about ALL the products we bought there (don’t even let me started about the kitchen we acquired from them - because after weeks of usage, I would have to use some rough words), it’s cheap rubbish not worth the price we paid for it. It’s a cheap furniture for those with lower incomes, or for those who are only looking for something that looks nice a year or two (well I can see it will last 10 or 25 years like they promise, just it will only look as s**t), and anyone who pays premium for that (on the markets where they dress as something extra), is a fool. And I was the biggest of the fools.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, September 13th, 2006 at 9:09 am and is filed under review. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Responses are currently closed, but you can trackback from your own site.