Furniture! Not a Boat!
Bulky Waste! I have succumbed to the lure of our town’s bulky waste days: free furniture, albeit some of it in need of repair/repaint/repurpose. I have wakened my sleeping monster. I have my old adrenaline rush back. I have the urge, no, the need, to cruise my town’s streets at dusk hoping to score treasures for my son Max’s new apartment. I love imagining what they can be, not what they are. I love repurposing items. I love the hunt!
For years, I have stifled the urge to roam and pick up castoffs at the curb. The castoffs started to get on my husband Mike’s nerves. So much to Mike’s delight I made an agreement with myself a number of years ago: If I bring something into the house, then something else has to exit the house.
But that was before. That was before my son Max didn’t make the housing lottery at his Big Ten School for next year.
Max likes furniture with a little age on it. So I’ve been cruising town and furtively stashing the treasures in our basement, snapping photos and emailing them to Max and his roommate Tim for their thumb’s up or thumb’s down. It works for Max and me, but Tim thinks we’re a little nutty.
I mean, I get excited about this stuff and the worked that goes into rehabbing it! I’ve already stripped and painted a number of chairs. I’m working on a table. Spray paint is my friend!