Hi. I Am Sfgirlbybay. And I Am A Trash Picker.
Ummm, so, as far as I know, there is no T.P. Anonymous. But I am here to confess, I am a Trash Picker. But, in truth, I really don't think there is THAT much shame in it. I mean, I'm not really harming anyone (except possibly myself, should I bring home any flea-infested, disease-ridden find). Mostly I find some pretty cool stuff on the street that somebody no longer wants or needs. And on a really good day, people ASK me to take their old stuff! As they say, one woman's trash is another woman's treasure. Therefore...I find it quite an honorable hobby. Here are just a sampling of the jewels I've scored for free. Do not be afraid. Do not be ashamed of the stink eye and weird looks you'll get. Just wait and see how cool you'll make it look, and how uniquely original. Forget what's hip and trendy on the block. Find that trash and make it yours!
Schoolhouse Chalkboard - abandoned at my office:
Cool Mid-Century Modern Chair - left to me by art director moving to NYC:
Blind Date Knew I Liked Old Cameras - this counts as a super-score, but a superior bad date:
Vintage Wicker Garden Chair - originally covered with mud, found on California Street in front of many, many yuppie moms shaking their heads in disgust:
Funky Artist's Stool - my pal Bacon threw this one in the back seat of the bug on our way to work. God Bless Bacon (you know who you are):
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once, while my friends and I piled up cool things that had been left in a dumpster by a curb in front of the house of the old lady who died and whose body nobody came to claim, a car pulled up and some asshole yelled out the window, "back in texas we called jerks like you dumpster divers."
I took it as a compliment.
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