Walk through Portobello Market and you’ll find retro sofas piled high. They’re rough round the edges, but that’s what gives them life > 자유게시판

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From Markets to Mansions: London’s Love for Vintage Sofas and accent settee Armchairs I’ve always had a soft spot for old furniture. My first memory of proper furniture is my grandad’s wingback chair. The fabric was torn but held together, but it had heart. When the East End was full of voices, you didn’t buy throwaway arm chairs for kitchen. Chairs lived longer than flats. It’s in the weight of the wood. I once pulled a Chesterfield out of a warehouse in Hackney. Some would’ve laughed at the state of it, but the weight told me it was the real deal.

That chair still sits in my flat. You can tell the area by the chairs. Hampstead stays calm, with deep sofas. Dalston keeps it cheeky, with mismatched sofas. The contrast keeps it alive. Showroom sofas don’t talk back. Armchairs with scars get better with years. Every creak is a memory. At the end of the day, a battered sofa tells more truth than any showroom. Your seat should outlast the years. Before you grab a soulless bargain, go dig through a car boot. Take home something with scars, and let it grow with you.