I love things that have stories. That's why we have an old house and nearly all of our furniture is second-hand or hand-me-down (it still looks great). Our mantra for the last few months has been we don't buy stuff. I mean, does the world really need one more purse or pair of sunglasses or DVD player or . . . futon frame? Our little boycott has worked out pretty well: we have saved a bit and cut out some of life's unnecessary cluttery stuff.
We recently ran into a dilemma; the extra bedroom needs a feng shui makeover so that it will be a place we (and you, our honored, future guests) actually want to be. This feat could only be accomplished by a new bed. But, wait! We don't buy stuff (say it with me); herein lay the dilemma. We thought about going to "Fabulous Futons" (yes, it's a real store) to buy a new one; at least we would have been spending dollars at a local business. We hedged for a while to decide if it would really be worth it.
Last weekend, while riding our bikes home from a brief trip around the river trail, we happened upon a goldmine in the alley behind our house. That's right, it was a perfectly good futon frame lying next to (not in) the dumpster. (I'm not particularly proud, but I do have some misgivings about the hygiene implications of getting into a dumpster, so it was a relief that we wouldn't have to actually dive in to get it.) Clark took it upon himself to do the do the dirty work, and we are now the proud owners of a new-to-us futon frame (total cost: $8 for sandpaper and black paint).
This was my first Dumpster Dive. Do you DD (TM)? Do you think it's gross? Do you think it's gross, but do it anyway? What's your best find? Do tell.