
My flatmate dragged me into Smithers, and the sofas looked like they belonged in films. we left with just one piece, but it’s become the throne of the house. We’ve all begged friends for lifts. it’s what makes memories. Retro sofas don’t care if you spill. Modern stuff? Forget it, but retro lasts. Every scratch adds more story. After exams and chaos, the dodgy landlord fades away, but you remember the sofa. So if you’re moving to London, leave the glossy showrooms behind.
Pick up a vintage armchair, and make it part of your story.