I haven't written for a long time about garbage I have loved. And found on the roadside. I am like a foster mother for dead furniture. M...

After the unfortunate cat incident from last week, it was heart-quickening to see another pile of junk in the same street. I had to drop the...

I know I haven't really blogged much about garbage finds lately. Not for a while. Not since the Doctor found that old skool skateboard w...

We went on a leisurely Sunday afternoon walk. We like to do that. I threw a chicken in the oven (that I had stuffed after gagging, I hate to...

While I've been telling you I haven't found any discarded goodness recently, I've realised I have unwittingly lied. I have found...

It's been months since I last scavenged some rubbish from the side of the road. Some readers may think I've gone into rehab, but I...

You're the first to hear it. It's over. It's been a long time brewing, but finally, officially, we've called it quits. It...

Sheesh, who knew Blogtoberfest was going to send me reeling? I am really feeling a little weary from all this blogging. Can I have a wee bre...

pretty pillowcase a dress for me to stitch, though I'm thinking this pattern may be too small for me because it's old skool a cra...

Last night I set off at 8:30pm. I left it late so that all the neighbours would be tucked up in their little houses doing what all neighbour...

And I still haven't gotten 'round to showing you all of my loot. Here's the rest of it. The round up. Lucky for Matt our wed...

this cute little 'wallet' that contains a notepad, pencil and pack of unopened playing cards, from tasmania! Finally I am here wit...

If you've never been to pottymouthmama before - welcome. But might I suggest you do some back reading before you proceed. I suggest you ...

Will you bail me out? Pitch black. Skip bin. Full. Delights. Tins. Crockery. Suitcases. Stuff. Things. Cushions. Placemats. In. Their Yard. ...

Firstly, it's garbage night and the feeling's right, yes it's garbage night ... Will it be trash or treasure tonight? Oooh I am ...

a postcard - hmm, the Stardust Travelodge. Beam me up! Rest assured, I did not forget that last night was garbage night . You might have. I...

stool stylist's own So when I arrived to see my beloved bin last night, I had come ill-prepared. I had forgotten my torch. I had a quic...

I am notorious (in my own head) for never finishing things. Take for example the day I posted about letter writing with my biggie small. I d...

'Til I discover whether the bin is full of dust or diamonds.. Dust or diamonds people.. That's what it's down to. I don't t...