A blog post about a single light bulb

In 2005 I moved from California to Minnesota.  My job gave me a few hundred dollars to refurnish my new tiny apartment.  I could have bought one real wood table or furnished a whole twenty-something’s apartment with the crap at Ikea.  I had no choice.

After the first move (to New York), I lost most of the furniture and after the second move, only lamp remained.  The lamp itself is as simple as it gets so it surviving was only impressive because it was branded Ikea.

But that’s all the tease.  The real story is the light bulb I bought for that lamp.  LED lamps were pretty new at the time and when I saw one that said it’d last ten years, I naturally thought it was a good deal.  I can’t remember what I spent on it but it was the best thing I’ve ever purchased at an Ikea.

It’s very tiny and put out very little light which made it so useful.  The last six months, this has been on non-stop overnight as a night light to help getting Emily from her crib/fed/changed without waking her with bright light.  This has been perfect.

But it’s 2017.  This bulb was used nightly for twelve years.  It was the bulb we left on when we were out of the house or on vacation because it barely got warm and would give the illusion of us being home.  It banged around in three states two moving trucks, and four homes.

Last week it died.  I honestly never thought it would.  I figured it was so dim and so low power that it would be something I’d leave in my will.  But no, it actually died.

I hate Ikea.  That’s blasphemy to say around some people but I really do.  Their cute marketing doesn’t outweigh their business issues.  Politics aside, they branded a very, very good light bulb.

I took a photo and don’t even want to throw it away but I will after this post.  This soldier deserves its parade.  Thank you, dim Ikea LED bulb.  You’ve been one of the best and most reliable things I’ve ever purchased.

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