Casual chair

Usage examples of beanbag.

I mean, seriously, that beanbag chair is way comfier than any of the chairs Dolly has.

The main area was whitewashed, the floor painted a dark glossy terra cotta There was a sleeping area with a brass bed and brass rails for hanging clothes, a sitting area with half a dozen beanbags and a mini stereo system, a work area with a desk, a computer and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.

I heaved myself out of the beanbag chair, my father gave me one of those lopsided, flirting grins I knew so well.

He smote both thighs with his fists, hard enough to make the beanbag chair start violently.

To add to the casual atmosphere, brightly colored beanbag chairs dotted the serviceable carpeting.

She arranged the cushions in a loose nest, slumping into a beanbag at the bottom.

As we will see in the next chapter, with the collapse of virtually any form of Idealism, the Western world nestled comfortably into the Descended domain of the naturalistic flatland, with its altogether low center of ontological gravity, like a beanbag chair already settled.

The way she was displayed, she was sitting on a sort of beanbag chair, with her legs tucked under her, a note pad in her hand, a pencil in the other.

Warren and Courtenay nestled together into a beanbag chair, Ray and Hardy on the floor.

Fabian fell back into one of the beanbags, hands behind his head, beaming.

Barely a kilometer long and half that at its widest, it was a dark carbonaceous body, a loose aggregation of pebble-sized chondrules, more like a beanbag than a solid rock.

With her cigarette Carla points toward the beanbag corner, where Cleo and Loreal have been joined by a wiry, dark-skinned man with curly long hair and a Pancho Villa mustache.

Tolito tossing Kook the seven-year-old about the car like a beanbag, and behind it all, clobbering polyrhythmic to the racketing of the shuttle, Jose on his tin drum, forearms and hands vibrating out beyond the persistence of vision, and a tireless smile across his teeth wide as the West Side.

Inside a large television screen had Lyndon Johnson's living face on it, the big catcher's mitt of a puss with the beanbag ears.

Except for her daily morning therapy in her beanbag chair, it was almost as if she were not afflicted by a chronic disease.