One of my first majorÂ publications was a piece for the Globe and Mail’s Facts and Arguments section. It was an essay about diving dumpstersÂ – specifically theÂ one behind the supermarket near my house.Â We were finding food, all kinds of it:Â loaf after loaf ofÂ delicatessan-style bread, pounds of butter, lots of veggies,Â and even, one day,Â a mushroom lasagna.
Dumpster diving is still a way of life for many and I commend them for it,Â but I’ve hung up the habit. These days instead of looking for second-hand food (I mean, really, how easy is it to find organic carrots and tahini tossed out?), I hit the thrift stores for second-hand treasures.
The latest trips I’ve taken to the Goodwill across town have opened up a whole new interest – oddly, in ceramics. First, there were the mushroom salt and pepperÂ shakers that I couldn’t resist:
After that,Â it was love at first site with this thing… I mean, really,Â does this objet d’art not whisper some story about free love andÂ hallucinations of diamond-studded skies? And not only is it adorable, it’s also a piggy bank!
One man’s junk is another man’s treasure, they say. I’m not a man, but I sure know what they mean.Â This pleasingly-retro item was made using aÂ mold, myÂ potter sister-in-lawÂ informed me. She wasÂ there when I squeeled in delight upon spotting it.Â And it wasn’t created anonymously. In fact, Vince crafted it in 1974, as the scrawled signature on the bottom attests.
And now,Â in keeping with the greatÂ cycle of discard and claim,Â it’s mine.Â It’s your turn:Â what was yourÂ greatest second-handÂ find? (answer by clicking Comments at the top)Â Â Â Â