Moving into a student flat ain’t glamorous. The walls were bare, but we dragged in whatever we could find. IKEA lasts a term at best, so we searched markets. One mate found a sofa in Hackney. The colours clashed, but that’s what gave it soul. Chairs with scars feel stronger, and we care more about story than gloss. I’ve fallen asleep in a battered armchair with a book, and the sofa was another character in the story. Markets spill chairs onto the streets, and dealers live for it.

We wandered past Smithers one Saturday, and the unusual accent chairs chairs were bold and weird. We couldn’t afford much, but that chair still sits in the flat. We’ve all begged friends for lifts. it’s what makes memories. Furniture with scars feels built for students. Brand-new looks boring, but funky chairs grow with you. every stain means another night. Looking back after twelve months, the stress disappears, but the mismatched set still makes you laugh.

Next time you walk past a market, ignore the fake polish. Take home something with scars, and watch it age with you.

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