I think I was around 20 years old when the idea of finishing up my studies, finding a job and then moving into a place of my own first started to become a feasible idea. I remember thinking that I’d need furniture but couldn’t afford any – As a struggling student, I bought the first items I could afford for what would one day be, my new home.
A few years after that, when I moved, these items never found their way to my first home… Instead, they were packed away in a cupboard at my parents house. I spotted them on the weekend on display in their bar room. They’re almost fashionable again – Kinda Vintage Like.