[NON BLOG] Back to IKEA
Feb. 17th, 2005 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldI broke my chair Monday. It was an old chair, scavenged from the sidewalk where it had been dumped somewhere to the south of the Christine TTC station last August, so I wasn't have been surprised when the wooden frame finally split messily in two under my weight. I knew that I'd be going to IKEA, not least because of the kind gift of a $C25 IKEA gift card for my birthday. I would have gone to the North York IKEA Tuesday, but reality intervened; on Wednesday, choir.
Today, things were quite open. Errands intervened, mind. I popped down to This Ain't the Rosedale Library with the intent of picking up a tome on Ontario history. That wasn't in. Instead, I got the latest spacing, and--3 items for $C10, again--Robert Kroetsch's Going Native, Tony Wilden's The Imaginary Canadian, and, most notably, Hannah Arendt's Eichmann in Jerusalem. my visit to the No Frills up the street in the Dufferin Mall had to wait for tomorrow, I fear.
The actual IKEA shopping expedition went smoothly enough. North to Sheppard-Yonge, east to Bessarion, walk 10 minutes past the Canadian Tire to the blue-and-gold IKEA. I'm a practiced IKEA shopper, now; things didn't feel nearly so unheimlich as they did on my first visit to the North York IKEA. Even the inexpensive and excellent meal offered at the store restaurant--pasta for 99 cents, another dollar for some Swedish meatballs and garlic bread--didn't delay me for very long. I think I'm rather fond of the IKEA aesthetic.
The final results? My new SVENNING swivel chair from IKEA, quite comfortable, only $C20 after the gift card, and--most unlike my desk--quite quickly assembled. I'd like to thank Sweden's Social Democratic Party for ensuring that, in the post-Second World War era, wages for Swedish workers were so high that the IKEA model of inexpensive assemble-it-yourself furniture became attractive among up-and-coming Swedes.
Today, things were quite open. Errands intervened, mind. I popped down to This Ain't the Rosedale Library with the intent of picking up a tome on Ontario history. That wasn't in. Instead, I got the latest spacing, and--3 items for $C10, again--Robert Kroetsch's Going Native, Tony Wilden's The Imaginary Canadian, and, most notably, Hannah Arendt's Eichmann in Jerusalem. my visit to the No Frills up the street in the Dufferin Mall had to wait for tomorrow, I fear.
The actual IKEA shopping expedition went smoothly enough. North to Sheppard-Yonge, east to Bessarion, walk 10 minutes past the Canadian Tire to the blue-and-gold IKEA. I'm a practiced IKEA shopper, now; things didn't feel nearly so unheimlich as they did on my first visit to the North York IKEA. Even the inexpensive and excellent meal offered at the store restaurant--pasta for 99 cents, another dollar for some Swedish meatballs and garlic bread--didn't delay me for very long. I think I'm rather fond of the IKEA aesthetic.
The final results? My new SVENNING swivel chair from IKEA, quite comfortable, only $C20 after the gift card, and--most unlike my desk--quite quickly assembled. I'd like to thank Sweden's Social Democratic Party for ensuring that, in the post-Second World War era, wages for Swedish workers were so high that the IKEA model of inexpensive assemble-it-yourself furniture became attractive among up-and-coming Swedes.
