For years I have been flirting with the idea of buying a large glass carboy at the flea market. Wine making! Wouldn’t that be a good skill to have? But like so many ideas, so many items once hastily scribbled on a to-do list, I hadn’t gotten around to it. And damn are those bottles expensive.
I happened upon this among a large pile of trash as I walked home from the train station, and I did a little mental cartwheel when I saw it. Getting it home while also carrying a baby and a backpack was difficult. I reminded myself of the desk I carried 2 km and the mattress I’d schlepped for blocks balanced on my head. This was easy! I am hulk! RAR! Many arm switches and short breaks later I’d gotten it home. Sweet sweet trash. Thanks for that one.
In other scavenging news
I’ve had my attention drawn to a new dumpster diving blog called Things I Find in the Garbage. Here is somebody walking and biking around Montreal, picking through trash, and documenting it with words and pictures. A body after my own heart. Enjoy!
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