I love IKEA

I mean, I love EVERYTHING about their company, their stores, their entire "cool stuff in a box with directions with no words and funky names" culture. And damn, they serve this apple cake in their restaurant that you'd sell your mother for. (Or maybe you'd keep your mother and make her make you the apple cake. That's what I'd do.)

Their appeal (IMHO) is enough choices to satisfy but not so much to confuse and terrify the design impaired. You're choosing from a small collection of patterns and colors and wood finishes and everything is fit together in a little showroom you can copy! Or even if you mix and match - no one with taste will be offended!

It's brilliant. 

I'd say my entire home is either IKEA or inherited furniture. We've bought pieces and moved them around to various apartments and our house and rooms in our house; the new "island" in our kitchen? My son's old dressing table. Mini-dresser in the bathroom for towels? Also formerly of the nursery.

See? IKEA makes people creative! Or at least enables us to pretend we are!

I'm not getting the curtainless window thing.

I guess if you live in the middle of nowhere and aren't worried about Mr. Jones next door catching you in the Full Monty as you stroll through your bedroom - cool. But if you live in an area with humans near-by? Why no curtains? Privacy versus pleasing views? I vote privacy.

Then there's the sun. I don't know where YOU live but I live where we have sun for several hours a day. Do really creative artistic souls not need blockage from the sun? Do they not mind being woken up by streams of sunlight burning into their sleeping retinas? Maybe they stay awake all night and sleep when the sun comes up and it doesn't matter.

I apologize - I read "Metropolitan Home" again and people are living in big giant houses that look like they're made out of windows and there are no CURTAINS. I would be applying 50 sunscreen in the dead of winter.

Geeze.