For a girl who was horrified when her father would stop by the side of the road to pick up a “perfectly good ironing board” or a vacuum cleaner that just needed a little fixing, I certainly have come a long way. Back in my high school days, I wanted nothing to do with garbage picking. I couldn’t imagine anything more embarrassing. And yet, today I’ve certainly gleaned my fair share of trash treasures.
Several years back, Dad and I loaded about 50 wooden grape crates into his trailer after finding a neighbor who had just finished his annual wine making adventure. Piles of the empty grape boxes were just sitting there, awaiting their garbage day fate. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be the proud owner of fifty wooden crates, even though I was clueless about what I would do with all of them. (Most of them have yet to be put to any real use, but I’m convinced that one of these days, I will have the most magnificent brainstorm and will truly rejoice over the miraculous find that those crates were.)
Other amazing and inspiring finds have included...
- a glass top that fit perfectly on the empty table base I had picked up for dirt cheap while working at Pier 1
- a set of pool balls from a kids billiards table
- a handmade pottery bowl
- 3 retro turquoise chairs
- a set of encyclopedias (that I used for one of my college sculpture assignments)
- books aplenty
- a dining room table and chairs
- a toboggan
- board games
- a huge, incredible mirror