The Garbage Picker

Okay, so I admit it. Yep, I am. I really am and I am not ashamed to say it. "I am a garbage picker." There have been many times over the years that I have seen things in people's trash by the road...and have really wanted to take it, but didn't because it just didn't feel right.

Well, the other day...it felt damn good!

I was walking Wrigley at 5:30 a.m. and one of our neighbors had their trash out at the curb for pick up later that day. There it was...just sitting there waiting to be tossed into the dirty, smelly garbage truck to be smashed into little pieces.

I just couldn't let it happen. I needed it. I could use it. I liked it. I wanted it.

I got home and called Irv and told him what I was contemplating to see if he thought I had "lost it". He said, "Go get it if you want it."

So, I gingerly walked down the street, looked at their house...hoping that someone would be outside so I could ask if they would mind if I took it....but no one was around.

I carefully picked up my little treasure and carried it home. I set it on the deck, looked at it and let out a big grin!

It's a sewing machine cabinet!

I don't need a sewing machine cabinet, but what an awesome little table this will be for my craft show booth. It's sturdy and it's the perfect size. A little sanding and a little paint and voila.....it will be a great little table! I can already picture it with a few cake stands on it!

Chee Hoo! Maybe I'll take up dumpster diving next!

Just kidding!