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	<title>Comments on: Ikea Logo Bigger Than Your Apartment</title>
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		<title>By: adam</title>
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		<description>Yes, the Ikea experience seems to have ingrained itself into global self-furnishing culture, and, like wine, is increasingly filtering down the class scale. In my part of North London, a purchase or rental of a new flat is accompanied by one or two ritual  outings to the local Ikea store, the necessary items ticked off and picked up in an afternoon, and installed that evening. It really has become a case of fit the room to the cheap and easy-access, democratically bland furniture, rather than the other way round. My generation (late-40&#039;s) picked and mixed as we went along, looking for a suitable adornment in charity, second-hand, corner stores, and being pleased with an original discovery. The warehouse was considered a sin.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, the Ikea experience seems to have ingrained itself into global self-furnishing culture, and, like wine, is increasingly filtering down the class scale. In my part of North London, a purchase or rental of a new flat is accompanied by one or two ritual  outings to the local Ikea store, the necessary items ticked off and picked up in an afternoon, and installed that evening. It really has become a case of fit the room to the cheap and easy-access, democratically bland furniture, rather than the other way round. My generation (late-40&#8217;s) picked and mixed as we went along, looking for a suitable adornment in charity, second-hand, corner stores, and being pleased with an original discovery. The warehouse was considered a sin.</p>
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