Every junker/thrifter/DIYer knows what dumpster diving is, and most of us have done it at least once.
But this morning, Doug and I were on the other side of a dumpster--tossing things in.
We had settlement on our little beach cottage on Monday afternoon and headed down to the property as soon as the papers were signed--my little Honda loaded with cleaning supplies.
We knew the place was a mess, but we didn't realize just how MUCH of a mess until we dug in. By the end of the day on Monday, we had a mountain of trash in our yard:
It was truly disgusting--moldy orange tweed carpet, box springs with stuffing spilling out, stained mattresses, bags of bedding with mouse droppings in the folds.... Yuck.
The previous owners even left their used toothbrushes hanging on the bathroom wall. There was fertilizer in the kitchen cabinets and a car jack under the bed.
You would have thought these people ducked out in the middle of the night to evade the police.
But this morning, we finished gutting and started refurbishing.
Here is Doug, happy at the full dumpster on Day 2:
One of the items that made its way into the dumpster was this lovely kitchen cabinet. The doors are held in place with duct tape because in true junker style, I asked Doug to remove the white porcelain
knobs before we tossed the cabinet. You never know when you might need
some nice knobs.
With the carpet removed (and about 1,000 rusty staples pulled from the subfloor), this is what our future dining room looks like now:
It's on our painting agenda for Friday and Saturday. I'm already envisioning our Union Jack table in there.
The dumpster leaves tomorrow, and we'll be glad to see it go. But I totally understand how author Mary Kay Andrews felt when she bought her fixer-upper on Tybee Island in Georgia. All she wanted for her birthday was a dumpster.
Mine was a housewarming present. Welcome to Kitts Hummock.
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