IKEA: Marketing Perfected
Tonight I experienced a higher concentration of marketing than perhaps I’ve ever seen. It left me with a new respect and reverence for everyone’s favorite furniture store.
That’s right folks, I’m talking about IKEA.
When you walk into the magnificently huge IKEA warehouse for the first time in your life, you’re expecting to be greeted at the door with countless aisles of meagerly decorated furniture settings. Nothing could be further from the truth.
To the right of the door there was a smiling lady holding a yellow shopping bag. The bin next to her was filled with hundreds of the same bag, and bore a large yellow sign with black text saying “Borrow a shopping bag”. To the left, protruding from the side wall of the colorful and brightly lit daycare center, is an escalator going up.
Further to the right, behind the smiling greeter lady, there were two brilliant white self-serve computer kiosks against an orange backdrop. Arching over the kiosks were bold black letters, “Join the family!” encouraging guests to join a loyalty program.
After smiling at the greeter I ascended the escalator, noticing traces of a warehouse ceiling. That was the last time I would think about - or even notice - the fact that I was in a warehouse structure. As I surfaced onto the second floor I was faced with another self-serve kiosk, donning a map, “product check list”, pencils, and paper yard sticks. After I got a map I looked around to notice I was surrounded by dozens of living areas that seemed to literally be picked up out of a home and dropped into the IKEA studio.
I began following the bright white stickers on the floor, which bore big black arrows to point the way through the shopping experience. Immediately I came to the first of many displays of IKEA furniture. And it was *complete*. Built to be a 3D catalog, walking through this living area was like walking into my friend’s living room. A complete display, with TV, computer, cabinets, wine bottles… the whole works. And absolutely everything in sight had a huge price / spec sheet on it, but I almost didn’t notice because I was so distracted by the beauty of the products on display.
Every one of the 30+ displays boasted this high quality presentation, with masterful lighting accenting the perfect tone and sheen of the furniture. Walking through each of them I glanced hesitantly at my product check list, out of fear that there would not be room to write down the SKUs of everything I would decide to buy - after all, there were only 20 fields for SKUs!
As I finished touring the upstairs I was greeted with the overwhelming smell of deliciousness. I had nearly forgotten about my stomach but was pleasantly greeted by a full-blown cafeteria with tons of delicious food! I stopped and was shocked at the low prices. I ate, and was very happy.
After returning my dishes to the cafeteria kitchen (for as a sign in the cafeteria cleverly pointed out, I must wait on myself to keep the food prices low) I noticed the only way of exiting the premises was to descend into the warehouse through another escalator. As I descended - happily, of course, for I had just eaten - I was greeted yet again, this time by the sweet smell of freshly cut lumber, as if to suggest that the furniture I was about to pick up off the shelf had been hand-crafted for me as I devoured amazing gourmet food.
The warehouse was massive, spacious, wide open. Huge ceilings with a magnificent ceiling fan. I browsed the rows, very easily navigating to the shelves of the products I would have bought if I was there to make a purchase.
Finally as I approached the end of this amazing experience, I saw cash registers, smelled coffee, and saw a fantastically huge wall covered with bags of coffee, bread, ice cream products, and other dessert-ish items. Between the food and me, however, stood the cash registers. And suddenly it all made sense.
After you’ve finished stressing and shopping for your products, why not sit down and have a nice meal? Enjoy yourself, feel like you’re being wined and dined! They want you to be as happy as possible when you go downstairs and start thinking about what you’re *actually* willing to spend money on. And once the endorphins start pumping, you’re going to be happy to spend money. And once you get to the checkout, you’re going to become fixated on the coffee and desert on the other side of the register, so that you don’t even have time to second-guess your purchasing decision. Until you’ve paid and are leaving the store. And that’s when it hits you…
You just spent a few hundred dollars on furniture at IKEA and you didn’t even think about money for a split second.
