The Recent Paterfamilias wants an Eames chair. He really, really, really wants one. (And it’s making him feel materialistic and superficial.)
But please, let me explain.
I don’t want just any Eames chair. I don’t want the Eames lounge chair with ottoman. (In my small apartment, where would I put it?) I don’t want the Eames molded plywood chair, in red or cowhide. (Although, I do actually want that chair, in either red or cowhide, but I’d have to remove an already established piced furniture to find a spot for it.) What I want is the Eames Molded Plastic Rocking Chair.
Do I want the Eames Molded Plastic Rocking Chair chair for its slim silhouette? Do I want it for its comfortable “waterfall” seat edge? Do I want it for its smooth-riding hard maple runners or its “Eames Eiffel base” or its eco-friendly polypropylene construction?
I want it because the rocker I current have in my baby’s nursery is fourteen inches wider and twelve inches longer than the Eames Molded Plastic Rocking Chair. In my apartment, space is at a premium, every inch counts, I will move furniture into slots where it barely fits (and I’m pretty sure I’ve seriously compromised the internal structure of my couch doing so), so to have a stupid gigantic rocking chair that has all this extra padding and extra width and extra girth for absolutely no reason is simply out of the question, and, quite frankly, a little crazy.
So, I want the slimmer Eames chair.
Plus, it might be a little nice (and a little superficial) to respond to the question, “Hey, is that an Eames chair?” with, “Why yes, it certainly is.”