At what age do you buy “proper furniture”? It’s clearly not yet because most of the stuff I have is from Ikea or Argos. And while it’s okay quality (the Ikea stuff, anyway — the Argos stuff is consistently shite) it’s not the sort of thing that, say, your Gran has.
At some point though, presumably you say “Yes. Now is the time I’m going to spend over a hundred pounds on one piece of wooden furniture.” That, I guess, is some sort of tipping point into “true adulthood”. Or possibly middle age, I can’t quite decide which.
Oh well. So far as I’m concerned, if it does the job for which it’s been designed, it’s worth having and holding on to. Who cares where it came from or if it has some famous woodsmith’s initials on it somewhere? Ikea for the win. At least the stuff from there has funny names.
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