We've all been there: the IKEA struggle. You load up your shopping cart with a number of low price furnishings, and after scarfing down some apparently low-priced meals, you come what may arrange to shove all of the underpriced stuff into your car. Then, after you're performed lugging the whole thing up the stairs, you're in spite of everything ready to get started tearing open some cardboard.
It isn't until you're surrounded through a number of picket pegs, scraps of paper, plastic bags, and random pieces of picket that you notice there is no going back, and your dreams of getting a old fashioned, great, little newly decorated cloth cabinet have been dashed.
This isn't going to be easy. You're in for a global of frustration, tedium, and tennis elbow as you allen wrench your means to a bedroom set you're not even sure you want anymore. But hello: IKEA is affordable and sleek. What more could you in point of fact want?
In all seriousness, why does a furniture store promote potatoes in the first position? And extra importantly, do they taste good?
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