strangely, the majority of people actually HAVE experienced ikea the way i have when i was little. once upon a time when i was a little girl and less materialistic, my mum and her friend, along with her daughter, would take us to ikea. while our little sisters played in the 'babies' area that we were too tall for, we would roam around ikea, imagining we were shopping for our family home, our holiday home, our pent house flat etc etc. we would 'ohh and ahhh' at what we liked, and in typical childlike manner loudly discussed what we didn't like and, i dread to imagine, propaply describe how it looked like poo!
ikea was a magical place, it was filled with miniture homes that, to us, were like giant dolls houses. after the living room, bedroom, office and child's sections we would stop at the cafe for meatballs and chips and gravy (the BEST meatballs and chips in the world!) then onwards to the kitchens, the rugs, the arty and the plant section. all the way through the store we would have the opportunity to steal pencils, mayonaise at the cafe (which i still do due to student funds) and just ogle at all the beautiful bits and bobs that i'd designed for my own home.
to some this might seem strange. when i've said to people before about how much i love ikea they are completly baffled. some people though, my sort of people, know exactly what i mean. my mum dragging me around a homewear store doesn't sound like fun, but with a child's imagination it's the best thing in the bloody world. forget thorpe park and disney, ikea is just as fascinating!
the nostalgia that ikea brings to me is often revisited. since me and friends have been able to drive i can remember 5 magical and wonderful trips to ikea. the purchase of woodoff (my russian boyfriend, trapped in a swedish world), the maze of thurrock where ikea is and my awful (mostly late) directions, numerous tastings of meatballs, ape dawg on a trolley and many more.
rebecca carey and matthew sandford are my regular escorts. the joy we have had in a warehouse of furniture is peculiar to say the least.
since being at university i have already been to ikea twice with the roomies. meatballs have been consumed, pointless purchases have been made and paparazzi style photographing has taken place. free meatballs in october was meerly an excuse to eat two helpings! we were stalked by security, i bought a pair of moon boots and a crocodile door stop that does nothing of the sort! £1 meatball meals will now be a weekly ritual, and i'm sure i'll fritter away some more money.
the joy of ikea is that it simply makes me feel like a child again!