I was running a little late to pick up Owen from school on Wednesday, but that didn't stop me from snagging this typewriter stand off the curb. I used to drive by interesting piles of trash over and over again working up the courage (or maybe working down my pride) to stop and scavenge. Not anymore. I had my hazards on and this baby in the back of the car in under a minute.
I'm batting about 50-50 on my curbside treasures, so a good bit of it comes home with me only to wind up back in my garbage pile. Don't worry, I have a strict policy against upholstered stuff.
Unless someone throws out a Barcelona couch.