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My Herman Miller Aeron desk chair

So I just bought a Herman Miller Aeron task chair for the home office. Extravagant? Perhaps; but it was an Ebay bargain with all the extras. And anyway my arse was tired of the current cheap and cheerless concrete offering from Ikea – I had to do something.

Are Aerons worth the hype? Perhaps. After ten minutes fiddling with the knobs and levers I had the chair fitted exactly how I’d like it – legs and arms square, seat tipped slightly forward (to make me look keen), stiffened backwards tilt and lumbar support perfectly placed (slightly higher than you might think). And that mesh is comfortable, with a good amount of give but not too spongy. Like wearing a tailored suit, I felt comfortable and correct, even after eight hours.

You can probably get all that from other quality chairs, but the best accolade I can give the Aeron is that it didn’t feel good; it didn’t feel at all. I don’t mean it gave me a numb bum, I mean I just didn’t notice the chair, and when I stood up again it didn’t feel like I had been sitting down for ages – no little aches, no extremities lacking blood. Money well spent in my opinion. But.

I cohabit said office with Her Indoors. “It’s all stringy,” she said. “It’s a boy’s chair – why have all that mesh? You can see the parts. It’s like a car with a see-through bonnet just so you can see the engine working.” Hmm.

And then she sat on it. And scooted backwards into the wall – those carpet casters are pretty free-wheeling on a wooden floor, especially as her feet didn’t sit flat on the floor – I’m 6’1”, she’s 5’8” and nearly four stone lighter. Apparently it was the most uncomfortable chair Her Indoors had ever sat on, “apart from that Ikea one,” she conceded. Well that’s a start. Ten minutes of knobs and levers later and the chair was fitted correctly. “OK, this is actually a good chair,” she said. But it’s not a chair for sharing.