One of my greatest pleasures in life is finding good garbage. You know, the kind of garbage that's not really garbage?
My neighbors throw away the greatest furniture and I have been known to make Blake drive me around the neighborhood the night before trash day to check out the situation. We go under the cover of night and I have Blake shine the car lights at people's piles. It's all very cloak and dagger… mostly because it feels strange to be looking at other people's trash.
I love turning trash into treasure. I've furnished a lot of my house that way and now you, lucky reader, get to see it all documented here for my viewing pleasure.
A couple years ago my next door neighbors put this beauty out on the curb for trash pick up. It was a little worse for wear (grimy pleather- eww- hence the Goo Gone in the second photo), but otherwise in good shape. I loved the lines and the brass casters. I was sold.
It's been hiding out in the basement all this time as my sewing chair and is now making a resurgence to the main floor. I'm currently working on updating it, but am still putting on the finishing touches. I'll share the "after" tomorrow, but for now enjoy the grimy "before." Bear kindly acted as the model (read: he wouldn't leave the chair alone and insisted on being in as many photos as possible).