It strikes me as odd how things work out sometimes.
I have never been one of those
dumpster-diver-break-for-garage-sales kind of gals.
Nope, not me, not ever.
I have been called a "shopping snob"often enough
that I must admit there may be some truth in it.
I know, right?
Me - the Secondhand queen...
the bargain-loving gal who nearly never pays full price
for anything to decorate and upgrade her home?
Me - who LOVES to create the look-for-less
and can usually spot potential in every possibility?
A shopping snob?
WELL, truth be know, I have always drawn the line at curbside.
That doesn't make me a shopping snob, though, SIS! lol
I always simply think the next person should grab the curb items-
they'll be better and certainly QUICKER than I, for instance.
I talk myself out of it every single time I see it -
and I see it often.
(My neighbors throw out some really awesome stuff, just sayin'.)
I see its bright future, sometimes I want it, yet I always ignore it.
I hear my mother's sweet voice saying in her soft lady-like way
"that's just not what we do, sweetie."
Yet I feel my heart pound when driving past these potential saves;
I know deep down inside a part of me is shouting out
'PLEASE JUST STOP IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS SALVAGE!!!!
So today, I bid thee welcome
for a big reveal of something salvaged
from the curb in my neighborhood.
Last summer my daughter left our house to return to her home
and she called from her car, to insist that I walk down to the house whose owners had already bought another and had recently moved.
(I DID go to their garage sale and found wonderful vintage linens.)
I am friends with the mother of the gal who moved.
I know her from my local civic women's club.
SHE even told me (before they moved) to come down
and make an offer on anything they left so far in the house-
they'd probably just give it to me.
And I really meant to do so, I really did - but I didn't.
It's just too awkward for me, so I just put it off till it was too late.
But knowing me SO well, my youngest daughter said:
"Mom. Don't delay this.
Just walk down there, it's dark, it's at their curb
and it won't be there long. No one will even care."
So I walked down.
Took me only two minutes to see them.
Two old dirty and dated wooden base cabinets.
But, like so many of you, I did see potential.
I walked back home and told my husband.
I asked him if he'd help me retrieve them,
as I can no longer lift heavy items
since breaking my arms years ago.
Were we embarassed? Yes, perhaps a little.
Did we ACT noticable? Probably.
Hubs brought his wheeled cart thing.
We aren't ninja trash pickers. We were loud, I know it.
Was it worth it in spite of the situation to save those cabinets?
You be the judge:
- two nicely cleaned up black floor cabinets flanking
a gifted antique dresser my son no longer wanted.
(Still dirty with primer, another task for another time.)
Sometimes one must see past the icky grimy dirt (and bugs.)
I think these may have been living in their garage,
as their home was stunning.
The probably started their lives from a bathroom
that had been upgraded along the way.
I am sure they were quite handy in their less-than-lovely new use.
The only thing we had to go buy was 4 new pull nobs,
as one of them was missing.
We had the primer, the paint, the sealer and the
silver spray paint for the bottom pull nobs.
We had to run out and get another can of the paint -
so for around $28 we now have "new" cabinets in our office.
The paint matched closely enough for freebie paint, eh?
I am happy we could salvage those bottom pulls
I absolutely love them.
I run a business out of this space at home.
Behind those cabinets you will find scanners,
and scales and packing tape and stickers
and reams of paper and printers ink, everything
common for a home office is kept tidy and unseen.
I may dabble with embellishing them a bit more
but for now I just wanted them placed
and was too excited not to share with you!
This is a wonderful and haunting print of my sister's - on loan.
She lives in New England for years running an ad agency.
One of her art staff took this winning shot of his aged father
who played violin his entire life and won many contests.
I adore this print and it currently and happily resides
in my home office with its black, grey and white decore.
My pic of the pic doesn't do the shadows justice.
As always, thank you for your visit!