In January I pondered the Eames chair. A month later I found a replica in the tall version and pulled the trigger. (I would link to the store but their site has evaporated.)
After some grueling assembly, I’m wondering if I’d like the real one. There’s no lower back support (or I’m simply built the wrong way). One day I’d like to sit in a real one again and see if some magic didn’t translate in the ripoff.
Alas, it looks nice. And Edie likes the ottoman.
Related to the day: As the week draws to a close I’ve been switching gears so often that my expression matches Edie’s here—as I try and remember which directory I’m supposed to be working in.