Hmm.  

Riki -
Pfffft ….. really? You're just being silly I hope. But then Niceguy has scared me from time to time so go figure. (And that SDR is just, well, you know…)
What would really be terrifying is the thought of having to pass up a unique "as found" early pair of red (faded to salmon) Eames shells!
Just last weekend, my local design-addict friend Kin found them on craigslist and kindly passed them along to me at a very reasonable price.
The pair of shells are both rope-edged and are on the early thin-legged LAX "domes of silence" bases. What made them a "must have" pair is that one has a the usual checkerboard label, but the other has the later "Venice" red label. (I know, I know…. big deal you say… but there it is)
But it gets better! So earliest bases-- but on the very last of the first six original colors (red), and with both early AND later labels. A forensic gold mine I tell you. Talk about leftover stock. Either that or they just ran out of old labels and slapped the Venice one on the second shell on the way out the door? (I am in cross-referencing hell now Niceguy)
And upon getting a closer look, I have noticed some subtle differences in the seat angle of the two LAX bases. Don't ask why. And one shell / base combo weighs more than the other. Are there ANY two aspects alike in these early combos? Of course. The screws. And the patina on the bases.
This is why I enjoy having the chairs in person. Because it's always something.
I guess that is kinda scary huh?

Scary -- yeah !
What's even scarier: I can tell you the history of these two chairs. It started when Frank Lloyd Wright visited LA in the last year of his life (look that up). He paid a visit to old acquaintance Galka Scheyer and there on her little deck overlooking Silver Lake were these salmon-colored shell chairs. Mr Wright recognized the design for what it was, of course -- but it was the color that he noticed first. It was exactly like the paint his dear wife Olgivanna had recently spread over some of the furnishings at Taliesin West (believing, apparently, that the Cherokee Red paint her husband was fond of had faded to salmon in the Arizona desert sun -- at his specific request !). Wright thought he'd present these chairs (which he had just seen, in someone's home) to Olga as a gentle gibe (if you will) -- so he convinced dear gullible Galka to trade them for a pair of Japanese woodblock prints he had in the car, and the deed was done . . .
Some provenance, huh ? If only I could swear to it !

SDR, I have already decided to call them "the Kin shells".
But how can I pass up a story about Frank, his wife, and Galka Scheyer? Your story is so good that I will cut and paste it into my archives, and see if anyone ever calls me on it. There is an opening for a Seafoam Shells pair back-story coming up. Summit shells, 1956-58
I WALK WITH CHUCK…
That's classic Mark.