When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The carpet smelled like beer, but we gave it soul with furniture. No student can afford Mayfair prices, so we searched markets. Another dragged a chair from Camden. Nothing matched the walls, but that’s what gave it soul. Retro armchairs have weight, and students get that instinctively. I’ve balanced takeaway boxes on a mismatched chair, and the sofa was another character in the story. Markets spill chairs onto the streets, and Smithers down in Shoreditch knows it.
My flatmate dragged me into Smithers, and please click the up coming post place was full of funky retro chairs. We couldn’t afford much, but it’s the pride of the living room. We’ve all dragged furniture through rain. it’s what makes memories. Furniture with scars feels built for students. Modern stuff? Forget it, patterned accent chairs uk but funky chairs grow with you. every stain means another night. By the end of the year, the cracked window gets forgotten, but the armchair stays in your mind.
When you think furniture, forget the catalogue shine. Pick up a vintage armchair, and let it carry your student nights.
My flatmate dragged me into Smithers, and please click the up coming post place was full of funky retro chairs. We couldn’t afford much, but it’s the pride of the living room. We’ve all dragged furniture through rain. it’s what makes memories. Furniture with scars feels built for students. Modern stuff? Forget it, patterned accent chairs uk but funky chairs grow with you. every stain means another night. By the end of the year, the cracked window gets forgotten, but the armchair stays in your mind.
When you think furniture, forget the catalogue shine. Pick up a vintage armchair, and let it carry your student nights.
