I had a house with something like the first one, although it had a railing installed.
At first I hated the railing and considered removing it. Then I slipped on the hardwood steps on my way down into the pit. A whole 20 inches doesn’t seem like a lot, but let me tell you that hitting my ass halfway down was enough to make me re-think all of it.
Aesthetically, conversation pits are amazing. That said, they are absolutely built to fuck up someone’s day the very moment they’re not being careful.
Yeah, that’s my first thought. Kinda cool, but I could see stepping off an edge and going down hard on a table or something. I wouldn’t even care if it was me, I fall down all the time, but I’d be concerned about others, like my wife, or my mom, or my son.
I kid you not, when the realtor showed the house they brought their rambunctious 7-year-old with them. Kiddo wasted zero time and did a running full-gainer into the conversation pit, tucked into a roll on landing, and sprawled out flat to stop in the middle of the room. Realtor/mom was NOT amused. Frankly, I was impressed but also relieved that there was no staged furniture in that particular room.
I hosted a few house-parties over the years and always had to keep a watchful eye on guest’s alcohol intake and all the steps and railings. It was kind of exhausting.
I had a house with something like the first one, although it had a railing installed.
At first I hated the railing and considered removing it. Then I slipped on the hardwood steps on my way down into the pit. A whole 20 inches doesn’t seem like a lot, but let me tell you that hitting my ass halfway down was enough to make me re-think all of it.
Aesthetically, conversation pits are amazing. That said, they are absolutely built to fuck up someone’s day the very moment they’re not being careful.
yeah i’m in the stage of life we gotta think about hoyer lifts and i am not getting one of those down and then up outta a conversation pit
Yeah, that’s my first thought. Kinda cool, but I could see stepping off an edge and going down hard on a table or something. I wouldn’t even care if it was me, I fall down all the time, but I’d be concerned about others, like my wife, or my mom, or my son.
I kid you not, when the realtor showed the house they brought their rambunctious 7-year-old with them. Kiddo wasted zero time and did a running full-gainer into the conversation pit, tucked into a roll on landing, and sprawled out flat to stop in the middle of the room. Realtor/mom was NOT amused. Frankly, I was impressed but also relieved that there was no staged furniture in that particular room.
I hosted a few house-parties over the years and always had to keep a watchful eye on guest’s alcohol intake and all the steps and railings. It was kind of exhausting.