Dumpster Love

He came to me bearing Barrymore loveseats on his back, pulled from a dumpster around the corner. They had this funky Peacock pattern on them (below). Yup, if you want to win my heart, bring me junk from the trash. This same man brought me a custom-made bookshelf (so large it's still in Ottawa, alas), and he tracked down a lamp I admired in a thrift shop window after it had been bought by someone else!

BARRYMORE LOVESEAT (SLIPCOVERED) PULLED OUT OF THE TRASH BY A FORMER LOVE


Alas, those loveseats came and went on my guy's back several times as our relationship ebbed and flowed - every time we were in troubles he'd haul them out; when we made up he'd haul them back. Though we broke up, he kindly left them with me - and I'll love 'em forever!

Other stuff men have brought me from the trash, the height of romance for me: a fully functional (and much needed) vacuum; a retro wood dining table that has the funkiest fold-up panel to extend the table; a couple wood dressers; a filing cabinet ... all very useful and needed - and still used.

Keep 'em coming, gents.