I suppose they generally call it bulk trash pickup, but whatever, I've always called it Big Trash Day, always capitalized in my head. Like a holiday! Because to me, it kind of is. I made a little tour of the neighborhood this afternoon, and picked up a chair I think is a coat of paint and a good scrub away from shabby chic awesomeness and, I swear I'm not making this up, a disco ball. Photographic proof has not yet been secured, but I promise to share soon.
I came home to watch the Amazing Race, but I'm about to head back out for a second alley tour, to check out the leftovers of a family who was clearing out their garage earlier, and said they were planning to leave some things for Big Trash Day. I think I spied a Tall Skinny Shelf in there - wish me luck!
I came home to watch the Amazing Race, but I'm about to head back out for a second alley tour, to check out the leftovers of a family who was clearing out their garage earlier, and said they were planning to leave some things for Big Trash Day. I think I spied a Tall Skinny Shelf in there - wish me luck!
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