My 3 year old daughter associates the letter I with 3 things: her name, ice cream, and IKEA. This past weekend, I took her to IKEA to get ice cream, and to cause chaos running around the showroom. Armed with a bag (which was quickly forgotten) she got to work, wrecking a few hours of havoc in the store (and my psyche).
About 2 hours in, we got to the dresser section. While I was there, a husband and wife couple were “cordially” debating over the stained or laminate veneered Hemnes (their finger-jointed pine furniture). I couldn’t resist eaves dropping to overhear that the wife prefered the white laminate veneered version because she didn’t want scratches to appear on the dresser. That was the last draw and I felt compelled to intervene, explaining that a stained one would be far more repairable because it was solid wood as opposed to particleboard glory. The husband and I had a nod of “thanks for backing me up” acknowledgement. The wife silently ignored me, but I heard her message loud and clear. “Mind your own [insert words of your choice] business you [insert more words of your choice].” Thankfully, my daughter called me at that moment and we moved on. My only thoughts were “enjoy reaping what you sow”.
So where was the bonus chuckle? Well to my utter shame as a woodworker, the second reason I was at IKEA was to pick up a white-wash stained Hemnes dresser. I promised to make a dresser for my son before he was born. He’s now 1 year old and I haven’t started. My wife is patient but not that patient. When she asked that I just get “something”, I pointed to the the chips in our veneered Crate and Barrel furniture to point to, and told her she had 3 choices: the natural, white-wash or black-brown stained dresser. When I got home, I told my wife the story and she chuckled.
PS: The ice cream was a hit for my daughter, and my son’s new Hemnes dresser reeked of pine resin. Go #2 common pine and all it’s glory.