Life in a student flat starts rough but gets colourful. The carpet smelled like beer, leather armchair green but we dragged in whatever we could find. Forget glossy showrooms, so we hunted retro. We carried a wingback through Dalston. Everything mismatched, different styles of armchairs but that’s why it worked. Old accent chairs carry memory, couch armchair and it fits our lifestyle. I’ve crashed into a leather sofa after a night out, and the chairs became mates. Markets spill chairs onto the streets, and designers take inspiration from it.
I stopped by Smithers looking for nothing, and the vintage armchairs carried scars I loved. we left with just one piece, but it’s become the throne of the house. We’ve all begged friends for lifts. it’s where life happens. Armchairs don’t mind if you fall asleep in them. Catalogue gloss falls apart fast, but funky chairs grow with you. Every scratch adds more story. After exams and chaos, the stress disappears, but you remember the sofa.
Next time you walk past a market, don’t waste time on the soulless new. Grab a retro sofa, and make it part of your story.
I stopped by Smithers looking for nothing, and the vintage armchairs carried scars I loved. we left with just one piece, but it’s become the throne of the house. We’ve all begged friends for lifts. it’s where life happens. Armchairs don’t mind if you fall asleep in them. Catalogue gloss falls apart fast, but funky chairs grow with you. Every scratch adds more story. After exams and chaos, the stress disappears, but you remember the sofa.
Next time you walk past a market, don’t waste time on the soulless new. Grab a retro sofa, and make it part of your story.
