Moving into a student flat ain’t glamorous. The carpet smelled like beer, but we dragged in whatever we could find. Forget glossy showrooms, so we grabbed second-hand. I spotted a funky retro style armchair on Brick Lane. It looked like chaos, but that’s what made it real. Vintage sofas feel alive, and it doesn’t matter if it’s scratched. I’ve crashed into a leather sofa after a night out, and the sofa was another character in the story.
Markets spill chairs onto the streets, and students rely on it. My flatmate dragged me into Smithers, and the accent chairs were bold and weird. we left with just one piece, but everyone fights to sit in it. We’ve all begged friends for lifts. it’s how you build a home. Furniture with scars feels built for students. Modern stuff? Forget it, but funky chairs grow with you. every creak is another laugh.
After exams and chaos, you don’t remember the kettle, but the mismatched set still makes you laugh. If you find yourself in a Shoreditch flat, forget the catalogue shine. Take home something with scars, and see how it shapes your memories.
Markets spill chairs onto the streets, and students rely on it. My flatmate dragged me into Smithers, and the accent chairs were bold and weird. we left with just one piece, but everyone fights to sit in it. We’ve all begged friends for lifts. it’s how you build a home. Furniture with scars feels built for students. Modern stuff? Forget it, but funky chairs grow with you. every creak is another laugh.
After exams and chaos, you don’t remember the kettle, but the mismatched set still makes you laugh. If you find yourself in a Shoreditch flat, forget the catalogue shine. Take home something with scars, and see how it shapes your memories.
