I recently set up a small studio space for myself in a corner of the spare bedroom in my apartment (a space now also shared with my cat Quincy) and figured this new reclamation of space would be a good opportunity to set up some bookshelves as a solution to my ungodly book overflow problem.
Not wanting to spend too much, i set out for Ikea!
Ikea is a terrible place, especially when it's busy. Full of fast-moving little kids, slow-moving adults, and tons and tons of things that i have no use for but want anyway.
I didn't actually wind up getting anything, not even the shelves i'd come for. i found one set that i liked, but it was $60, and i figured if i was going to pay that much i might as well pay a little more and get something nice that's not made of particle board. I'm an adult now (so they tell me), and as such i think i deserve to surround myself with furniture that's not totally crappy.
So i won this round, Ikea! Perhaps someday we'll meet again on the field of battle, but it's not likely.