My husband...he does not think this is my best quality. I mean...he is okay with the finished products (usually) but I have been known to do some pretty crazy crap in the name of curbside finds (strapping a full sized couch onto the top of my [then] Rav-4 while I was 8 months pregnant with Jack is up there at the top of the list. It was a really awful couch too...that we then sat out on our curb for someone else to find).
One time I was considering running down to the corner to pick up something or other and the poor guy just whispered "at least wait until it is dark!".
Oh hun. I can't help it, it is a compulsion. It has kind of turned into a little joke if Matt is in the car with me, whenever I see even a pile of boxes I yell "Free Crap!" and pretend to stop. He loves it (not so much actually).
A few weeks ago we were heading to my sisters old house when I saw them. THEM. Yes, that is plural. I spotted two (kind of awful) pink wingback chairs. I immediately got excited, but Matt refused to stop. I guess he rethought the situation though, because a few minutes later he looped back around and...
I haven't started in on them yet, I am still compiling some ideas, but tell me...are you a roadside scavenger? (care to share your best score? Links are always welcome!) Or are you more like my husband, and totally mortified by the thought of picking up 'garbage'?