Life in a student flat starts rough but gets colourful. The kitchen had a dodgy kettle, but we made it ours.

Forget glossy showrooms, so we searched markets. We carried a wingback through Dalston. Everything mismatched, but that’s what made it home.

Chairs with scars feel stronger, and we don’t need polish, we need real. I’ve balanced takeaway boxes on a mismatched chair, and the furniture was part different styles of armchairs the night.

Every warehouse flat tells the same story, and dealers live for it. My flatmate dragged me into Smithers, and the vintage armchairs carried scars I loved. we were broke students, but it’s the pride of the living room.

Ask around and you’ll hear it. it’s what makes memories. Accent chairs don’t flinch when four people pile on.

Modern stuff? Forget it, but retro lasts. every dent becomes part of the flat.

After exams and chaos, you don’t remember the kettle, but the armchair stays in your mind.

So if you’re moving to London, don’t waste time on the soulless new. Take home something with scars, and watch it age with you.

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Pub: 21 Aug 2025 22:32 UTC

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