Trash Finds

Reader, I couldn't just leave it there. It was lying by the side of the road flopped on its back, its legs practically flailing in the cool spring wind - it would be just too heartless to leave it there to perish a slow death in the landfill.


So I commandeered a passing gent (kinda cute) and had him carry it with me to my apartment floor (I offered him cash but the gent refused - see my post on men, trash and romance from January).

It's a 1960s vinyl couch in pretty good condition. I love the lines though I'm not too hot on the brown, bit it's a break from all my blues and greens.

I like the way the retro painting looks over it, but I'm not fully satisfied with the arrangement. I'm considering it temporary.

It may end up on the balcony soon enough as I discovered as I was washing it that it reeks of ciggy smoke - washing it must have released whatever junk was trapped inside the vinyl. Here's hoping it'll come out.

By the way, the baskets you see under the sofa were just sitting on a mattress left curbside on my street one night. Serendipity as far as I'm concerned as I saw similar beat up baskets in country decorating magazines and I liked their look. These will do for paper recycling and files for now.


My street is a veritable haven for good trash finds. Sure there's lots of junk but in two years I've found this sofa, a white leather (ette?) chair, a brass table from Florence, Italy, three modern chrome chairs from a dining room set, and a big dresser I'm using as a sideboard!

And that's not counting the rest of Toronto!