By Robert L. Pela | Phoenix New Times
I admit it: I worry that Ikea is trying to take over the universe. Or at least the interior aesthetic of the American Southwest.
On the other hand, I’ve never been a huge fan of rustic-beamed ceilings and light fixtures made from repurposed wagon wheels. So it’s hard for me to hate Ikea, even when melamine-covered knock-offs of mid-century Danish Modern aren’t my thing. But every once in awhile a guy needs some fiberboard shelving or an Elmo-red welcome mat or an accordionated shaving mirror named Fartyg.
