trash day

So this morning I was cleaning off my erstwhile sewing table, a bit sadly, figuring there is no more time for lingerie dreams for now. Tomorrow I must put on my tax lady glasses for the duration.

At any rate, the shelves [bins, boxes, heaps, minor landfills] are getting a bit full, and I once again swore out loud that I would accumulate no more stuff, store no more materials, plan no new projects until I have completed a number of those already in the works and well prepared for. I proclaimed so and then took the dog for a walk.

And then up the road I came across a recycling bin full, FULL of National Geographic magazines. Years of them, the iconic baby harp seal photos on the top cover. Enough pictorial material to fuel dozens of decoupage projects. Trash. Free.

I stopped by later and knocked on the door, received the owner’s blessing and carted them off. Of course I don’t have room for them. Of course they’ll be spoiled if I leave them piled up in the garage or in the attic. I’m going to go through them and extract the likely pictures and recycle the rest.

Of course this is another project in itself. I can’t feel too choked up about it, though. It’s not every day you find treasure neatly stacked on the street. Happens just often enough to thrill the inveterate trash-picker’s heart.