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When I was young almost every household item was a “reproduction” of an old design. A Victorian lamp, willow pattern china, a chesterfield sofa, a Constable print in a gilt frame, fake cottage wooden wall lamp, a Wilton carpet…if you wanted something modern, genuine…then you paid a fortune for an ‘original’ designer piece. Then Habitat rolled out across the high street and though it was still quite dear, modern stuff became available. Hell you could buy a sofa that wasn’t brown!
Then came Ikea.
Even if you loathed the store experience it was a revelation. A shop full of everything for the home at affordable prices and none of it reproduction. For those of us who knew the ‘hell’ of pre-Ikea world, Ikea will always hold a special place in our hearts, I still shop there frequently.
But I wonder what the generation who have never known a world without Ikea, think of Ikea? Do they long for some reproduction furniture?