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First year in London was chaos. The carpet smelled like beer, but we gave it soul with furniture. Forget glossy showrooms, so we bartered with old dealers. Someone even nabbed a table from outside a pub. It felt like Shoreditch, but that’s what made it home. Chairs with scars feel stronger, 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, [http://www.seong-ok.kr/bbs/board.php?bo_table=free&wr_id=5367967 fabric and leather couches] shops in the area thrive on it.<br><br>I stopped by Smithers looking for nothing, and the place was full of funky retro chairs. we left with just one piece, but it’s become the throne of the house. We’ve all dragged furniture through rain. it’s what makes memories. Accent chairs don’t flinch when four people pile on. Catalogue gloss falls apart fast, but retro lasts. every wobble tells the truth. Once the parties are done, the broken toaster doesn’t matter, but the mismatched set still makes you laugh.<br><br>When you start student life, forget the catalogue shine. Grab a retro sofa, and make it part of your story. | |||
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