My folks had an original Eames chair when I was growing up, and out of curiosity I looked them up.
Turns out you can still buy them from Herman Miller, although at least right now not our rocker version.
And then I saw this.
Every kid on the planet would want one of these. Every parent on the planet would be keeping an eye out for what they would spin out into. Every autistic kid really needs one. Heck, I want one (as if we could afford that price!) and I don’t even have any sense of balance and you know I’d totally go flying.
But it still looks like a ton of fun the moment people figure out just what the heck they’re supposed to DO with that weird thing.
And also like a pottery project where the artist got interrupted halfway and called to dinner.