05-23-2008
I Am a Scavenger
By RenaeI hate paying full price for fashion, feed, or furniture. My markets are garage sales, thrift stores, and, occasionally, the trash. I am not a dumpster diver, but if a fancy lamp was on the curb I probably picked it up, or, at least, grabbed the finial. I freely admit my tightwaddery, but never considered myself anything other than cheap.
Then last year, I helped prepare an estate sale. The business owner hired me because she needed extra help and heard I frequented garage sales. While sorting piles, she noticed my grin and skip. It was undeniable. I was having a blast.
What would we find next: a Carnival Glass pitcher or another unidentifiable tool? Discovering treasures in the mess kept me going in spite of unearthing a mummified rat. After shielding our eyes and scooping up the disgusting critter, we returned to the hunt. This hardworking lady explained something as we inspected a bowl of matchbooks,
We are scavengers.
Just like that. Plain and simple with no hint of regret or shame.
She is right. We like to find what someone else overlooked. Our creativity finds uses for things discarded. Her house is a mansion compared to mine, but a spark of the unusual resides in each dwelling. More than perfect, we want comfortable. And more than shiny new stuff, we want good deals.
Yes, I am a scavenger. I gather what others leave behind. My husband knows it, too. That’s why he brought home the base of a broken table. It is now the planter on my front porch that Anna-Marie and Charity asked to see.
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