I prefer the term “suburban foraging.”
I made the sweetest find yesterday evening! My boyfriend Alex and I were taking a long walk, and about a mile away from home, we saw a pair of bedside tables – in near perfect condition – sitting on the curb. Just sitting there like two little homeless puppies, waiting for us to adopt them. The weirdest part is that we had literally been talking about buying new bedroom furniture just seconds before we saw the tables. Since taking the tables would mean getting rid of a piece of existing furniture and shifting everything else around, we made a deal: if they were still on the curb when we came back with his truck after finishing our walk, the tables were ours. If not, it wasn’t meant to be.
When we went back two hours later, they were still there. We (okay, Alex) loaded them into the back of his truck. They were in such great shape that all I had to do was wipe them down when we got home. Other than one or two minor marks on the top of each piece, they look like they’ve never been used. And most importantly, they don’t smell like cat urine or homeless people.
I plan to do a vintage, French-cottage-esque finish on them, and probably switch out the brass hardware for something glass or brushed silver. I’ll post photos when that project is finished. Stay tuned!