The group chat has been arguing about the hanging egg chair for two years now and shows no sign of stopping, which honestly might be the most accurate thing we’ve ever produced as a team. It started as a practical question, does it fit the sunroom, and somewhere around message four hundred it became a referendum on whether the thing is elegant or whether it looks like a wicker fortune teller’s booth that wandered in from a boardwalk. Nobody has changed their position since.
The pro camp will tell you it’s sculptural, that it makes a corner look considered instead of accidental, that guests photograph it unprompted which they insist is proof of something. The other side maintains it looks like a plant pot that got ambitious, and that no amount of good lighting fixes a chair shaped like a piece of fruit. This is not a small disagreement. This has ended a dinner party conversation twice.
What everyone does agree on, grudgingly, is the size problem, because the size problem does not care about your opinions on taste.
One of these things measured wider than the doorway it needed to go through, which nobody clocked until it was already wedged there sideways at a slight diagonal, being coaxed through by two people and a lot of shouted advice from a third person doing nothing useful whatsoever. That chair now lives in the room it was delivered into, permanently, because it is never coming back out that way, and everyone has made peace with that except the person who still brings it up.
Once it’s in, it eats space in a way the listing photos do not prepare you for. A room that looked generous on paper suddenly has one chair, one small side table, and a walking route that requires everyone to go single file like they’re boarding a plane.
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We measured twice for the second one and it was still tighter than expected, because a stand that flares out at the base takes up more floor than the chair itself ever suggests it will.
The stand argument is its own separate war, incidentally, chrome versus black versus the pale wood one that scuffs if you look at it wrong, and we are not litigating that here because we would still be typing at midnight.
What nobody argues about is the actual sitting in it, because everyone, aesthetics camp and skeptics alike, goes quiet and slightly smug the moment they’re in it with the cushion arranged right and one foot pushing off the floor. It is very hard to maintain a strong opinion about a chair while gently spinning in it.
So the debate stays open, mostly. Half the team still thinks it belongs in a spa brochure, the other half has stopped fighting it purely because it’s comfortable, and we’ve agreed that’s as close to consensus as this particular argument is ever going to get.
