Captain, we have a problem...

I'm sure this is the post that my family has been waiting for, since they knew it was bound to happen one of these days.
This is my husband:
This is the article in the New York Times that he was featured in.
And that is the chair that he wants featured prominently in our new house. It's a chair that he built himself, finished himself and upholstered himself. Right now, it's in our office. In the new house, since we have a family room, my guess is that is where he will want it placed. And...to put it nicely...I do not. I'd rather our house be put together, cohesive, and not cluttered with gigantic pieces of furniture like this chair.
I totally get that it's important to him. He loves the darn thing! Obviously, he spent time building it and putting it together, and it is likely the only way our family is going to be in the New York Times (even if I'm just mentioned as "the wife"), but truth be told--it kind of embarrasses me. I know, I know, the terrible wife prize just got awarded to me. It's not the kind of thing I want people to look at in our house. I'm fine with it being in the house, but just not obviously there. And let's face it, it's not the kind of thing you can decorate around, unless you want to built a life-size set of the bridge of the Enterprise behind it.
I suppose this is something that we're going to have to compromise on, and that I'm just going to have to dust and try and ignore, but my fingers are crossed that it somehow doesn't fit in the family room.