A Year(ish) With the Eames Chair

Roughly a year ago (actually closer to thirteen months), a chair arrived at the house: an Eames Lounge Chair, that classic piece of midcentury furniture, beloved of tweedy intellectuals and pretentious jazz aficionados everywhere. I had wanted one for years but couldn’t rationalize buying the thing, because they were (and are) stupidly expensive; I could and have furnished two entire rooms with couches and televisions for what this one chair costs. I finally rationalized purchasing one because it was on sale, I had come into some unexpected money, and the world was on fire, so might as well be comfortable amidst the flames. It arrived and has been ensconced in the corner of my office since then. I sit my ass into it on a daily basis when I am home. Some thoughts on the Eames chair, a year on: 1. I spent extra to have the chair made bespoke, with an oiled santos palisander shell and prone leather in “vine” (aka a deep, slate-y green), but I also have cats who honed in on the chair like…