ball chair no more
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2013.05.23
Today my ball chair burst. While I was sitting on it.
First it was just a gradual softening. Finding a small puncture underneath, I patched the thing with a bike tube repair kit, and re-inflated it. Then the whole thing just split open from underneath the patch.
So, yeah. Ouch.