Monday, November 27, 2006
You know the feeling: You're late for work, the car's running on fumes, and suddenly you find yourself performing all manner of traffic violations so you can take one quick look at the very promising trashpile you just inadvertently whizzed by...
Well, if you don't know the feeling, at least you know how my morning started. And if you're anything like me, then you also know that I arrived at work a little late, a little grimy, and in proud possession of an incredible pair of wooden library chairs.
My name is Wendy, and I'm a treasure hunter. While I love to thrift as much as the next guy (ok, probably more than the next guy...), and I'm a yard sale junkie, to boot, I get my real (cheap) thrills on the curb. I am amazed and delighted by the variety, the quantity, and the sheer serendipity of what's to be found nestling alongside the garbage can. Take today's haul, for example. In addition to the aforementioned pair of chairs, I scored three hockey sticks (which my boys need for camp this summer), a grapevine wreath, and a very cool wine rack, which is on the verge of becoming a hat/glove/scarf storage center in my mudroom.
I drive my husband crazy. My neighbors think I'm certifiable. My four year old, however, rides shotgun in his booster seat, and is often the first to spy a cast-off treasure. "Good garbage, Mommy!" he'll call out, and most of the time, he's right.