I have a confession to make. My house is currently a pigsty (I can hear my mother and sister’s collective “HA!” all the way from Nova Scotia). I am realizing that if I want to proudly display my home to all the world via the internet, I am quickly going to have to get in the habit of keeping things at least somewhat tidy.
So, to that account, today I did a bit of a gut. Drawers were emptied, cupboards explored, and the front of my house now looks like a Sunday flea market.
There are a certain breed of people in Toronto that LOVE finding new treasure on the side of the road. I am one of those people. I am even contemplating hosting a weekly column on here documenting my roadside scores. So, to give back to my ‘people’ , I offered up all my trash in hopes that someone would perhaps find their treasure.
If you offer it, they will come. Before I was even out the front door with the last load, I had a couple of gents browsing my wares. We got to chatting on how we love finding little gems that might only need a quick clean up or a slap of paint to make just like new again. We also lamented on how our mini yard sales are becoming harder to come by, and hypothesized that it is just due to the influx of creative, like-minded people who are now inhabiting the neighbourhood.
I guess we’ll just have to chalk it up to it now being a survival of the fittest in the fight for roadside relics.
Judging by what I picked up today, I’d say I’ll do just fine.