For those of you living under rocks or in small caves, let me tell you some bad news.
Ikea picked Kansas City. (Article here). NOT St. Louis. I guess he’s just not that into you. Wait, wrong analogy.
I haven’t really been crying all weekend, actually I’ve been painting. Once I got brave and started on the fireplace, projects lined up like dominos behind it. Painting the fireplace white made the wall behind it seem . . . a little too white. When we first bought the house we had painted our accent wall a brick red. A few years later it was khaki green. Then just earlier this year it went white. Now it’s not.
Now it’s Sherwin Williams “Urbane Bronze” color-matched by our friends at Home Depot to the Behr Paint & Primer in one and I think I can safely speak for the husband on this one and say we love it. I wish we had done this 7 years ago and saved ourselves three other cans of paint. As soon as we get the room put back together and some sunshine peeks out from behind the clouds, I will work on getting some pictures. I also need to work on painting the only eyesore that remains — that stupid chipped brick hearth.
But back to my original topic. Ikea. Some hate it, some love it, some could care less. I’m not all that mad at Ikea for choosing Kansas City, really I’m more upset with St. Louis. Here is my message to St. Louis: Stop being small-minded, racially segregated and afraid of change and go out there and BE SOMEBODY. Somebody that can attract an Ikea.
I know there are a lot of vintage and thrift lovers who abhor Ikea. I’m not one of them and I will tell you why: YOU CAN HAVE THEM BOTH. Vintage furnishings will always have more character and perhaps be a higher quality of construction than Ikea furnishings. But sometimes, to keep that balance of vintage from falling over to the kitsch side of things you need to add in a little new to the mix. Why not make it Scandinavian design with an eye for function? I bet someone who has designed or will design for Ikea goes on to be our generation’s Charles and Ray Eames.
Ikea has said there is still hope for St. Louis but with the Kansas City store slated to open in 2014, I’m not holding my breath. Plus the gift card I got from my mom for my birthday will be expired by then. Excuse me while I go cry into my pillow some more. . . .