{"id":5662,"date":"2011-06-13T05:31:37","date_gmt":"2011-06-13T10:31:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/?p=5662"},"modified":"2016-08-14T13:47:06","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T18:47:06","slug":"crazy-garbage-picking-wife","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2011\/06\/13\/crazy-garbage-picking-wife\/","title":{"rendered":"Crazy garbage-picking wife"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"drop_cap\">T<\/span>hat&#8217;s what Beloved called me last week when I returned from errands with yet another car-load of other people&#8217;s junk, rescued from the curbside.  &#8220;I&#8217;m going to start calling you &#8216;crazy garbage-picking wife,'&#8221; he said, while helping me pull the old, probably antique desk out of the car and carry it down to Simon&#8217;s room.  I shrugged and said that was fine with me, I&#8217;ve been called crazy over worse things.<\/p>\n<p>Last weekend was the spring <a href=\"http:\/\/www.ottawa.ca\/residents\/recycling_garbage\/giveaway\/index_en.html\">giveaway weekend<\/a> in Ottawa (I&#8217;m only mildly perturbed that they&#8217;ve repurposed my &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/category\/life-in-ottawa\/ottawas-hidden-treasures\/\">Ottawa&#8217;s hidden treasures<\/a>&#8221; phrase) and treasures is exactly what we found. The aforementioned desk, for example.  It&#8217;s a kid-sized version of an old secretary&#8217;s desk, with two wooden drawers and a pull-out typewriter table.  You can tell by the dove-tail joints and lack of particle board that it&#8217;s a vintage item, probably older than me at minimum. It also happens to have itty-bitty tole flowers painted on it, but it&#8217;s nothing that some sandpaper and a good coat of clean paint won&#8217;t cover.  And Simon loves it, flowers and all.  <\/p>\n<p>We also got a couple of nice green reclining patio chairs complete with pads, one of which is rocker, and a matching umbrella.  The green and white in the umbrella and pads bring the pieces together nicely with the white extendable patio table complete with removable leaf I also filched from the end of someone&#8217;s driveway a couple of weeks ago as I walked the boys home from school.  (I was glad to have Tristan around to help me carry it home, and I&#8217;m sure we only looked a little strange walking down the street carrying it.)  And just yesterday, I found a set of four green stacking patio chairs to complete the ensemble.  All free!<\/p>\n<p>And that&#8217;s not even the best deal I got in free outdoor furniture this season.  One day I noticed a gorgeous wicker settee, chair and table at the curb and immediately pulled over.  There was an elderly gentleman in the open garage as I stepped out to inspect them, and I asked how much he wanted, sure he&#8217;d say $50 or even $100 for this lovely, sturdy set absolutely oozing with character and in near-perfect condition.  &#8220;Help yourself,&#8221; he told me with a smile, and laughed at my whoop of joy.  When they wouldn&#8217;t all fit in my car, he even pulled the table and chair back away from the curb so I could make a second run and come back for the rest of the set.  It&#8217;s like they were made for my porch, don&#8217;t you think?<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/postcardsfromthemothership\/5822043465\/\" title=\"170:365 My happy place by Dani_Girl, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3363\/5822043465_08bc8f66f9.jpg\" class=\"frame aligncenter\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" alt=\"170:365 My happy place\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Beloved thinks it&#8217;s a little bit redneck of me to stop and collect other people&#8217;s junk with such unbridled glee, but I can&#8217;t help myself.  Other than completely tricking out my porch and back patio this year, I&#8217;ve also scored a basketball and on a separate occasion, a Little Tykes basketball net, and a set of a dozen or so hockey sticks of various sizes.  (Sadly, the snow plow crushed our hockey net &#8212; also a curbside treasure! &#8212; this winter, but maybe I&#8217;ll be able to find another one!) I&#8217;ve also found an adorable kid-sized wicker chair that is just crying out to be a photo prop.  Through the years, I&#8217;ve also collected bookcases and shelving units (I simply cannot leave those behind, one can ALWAYS use more shelves in life), fireplace tools, flower pots, books, and outdoor toys.<\/p>\n<p>Right now, four driveways down, there&#8217;s a really quirky metal CD stand in the shape of fishbones that I am trying hard to resist.  At least, I think it&#8217;s a CD stand.  Either that, or a really weird sculpture.  What is it about found treasures that make them so appealing? I would never look twice at this thing if I saw it in a store.  Regardless, I&#8217;m having a hard time not putting on my shoes and going to see if it&#8217;s still there.<\/p>\n<p>And to tell the truth? It&#8217;s not just on giveaway day that I&#8217;ll stop to check out the discards. I have been known to peruse the curb on the morning of garbage day, scanning for treasures.<\/p>\n<p>So, I&#8217;m okay if Beloved thinks I&#8217;m crazy.  Erm, crazier.  Crazy like a fox, I say.  A garbage-picking, thrifty fox.  When you see me on that TV show about compulsive hoarders, you can say you saw it here first.<\/p>\n<p>Are you a crazy garbage picker too? What&#8217;s the best thing you&#8217;ve ever collected from the curb?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>That&#8217;s what Beloved called me last week when I returned from errands with yet another car-load of other people&#8217;s junk, rescued from the curbside. &#8220;I&#8217;m going to start calling you &#8216;crazy garbage-picking wife,&#8217;&#8221; he said, while helping me pull the old, probably antique desk out of the car and carry it down to Simon&#8217;s room. &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2011\/06\/13\/crazy-garbage-picking-wife\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Crazy garbage-picking wife&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[109,17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5662","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-happy-home","category-life-the-universe-and-everything"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5662","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5662"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5662\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11999,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5662\/revisions\/11999"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5662"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5662"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5662"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}