At some point in the 90’s, someone looked out at their pool and thought, “You know what? I’m tired of my couch. I think I’d like to bring that pool raft in and sit on that to watch TV instead.
Something about the 90’s made us crave clear plastic crap. Furniture, backpacks, jellies–as long as it was chock full of BPA and would probably give us cancer before we were thirty, we wanted to inhale that acrid, plastic smell until we died.
Inflatable furniture, was intended, I’m sure, to be a “funky” addition to one’s home, but it all came out looking exactly as you’d expect: cheap and sad.
But at least it didn’t have to go to waste–it could always be repurposed as pool toys until an extra-long toenail popped it.
Happy Throwback Thursday!
Emily Regan 