I'm a junker. Yep. Not the Sanford and Sons type. Although I could see it all heading in that direction! But let me get something perfectly clear with you. My junk is treasure, so maybe I should have started out saying that I was a treasure hunter.....yes, that's it.....a treasure hunter. I have a few friends who are reading this saying, "No, a junker."
|Label on the Gym Basket.|
Above is another great example of my junk. In Florida, we are required to vent our houses in areas to guard from hurricane force winds. I am not going to explain this now, just know that these concrete goodies are for construction of homes in Florida. They come in all sorts of designs. I trash picked this off a bulk pile in my neighborhood and here it plays the role of a garden element. Sweet, don't you think!?
There is one particular junk pile that needs to go......this box of broken crackle glass. They use to be the neatest globes on a mid-century lamp that I loved. It fell over, they broke and so did my heart. I think I will finally throw this trash away......because after all, they are not junk, or treasure, they are trash.....and still do know the difference.