… we're not below dumpster diving. There, I said it. Are you happy now?
Perhaps it's because we're both first borns* and never had the luxury of receiving all the cool toys and clothes we didn't want anymore, but hand-me-downs are a bit of a foreign concept for we of the privileged progeny. Was playing with Micro Machines and X-Men figures really that bad, Abby? Was my vintage Joe Montana jersey that ill-fitting, Marie?
So imagine poor Ashley and I this weekend, when based on our siblings’ less-than-stellar commentary on the validity of “well loved,” we ventured into the realm of free, recycled goods. Would these goods have giant holes or scratches? Would paint be chipped and motors broken? How would we know? We always had to get the new stuff and boy was it rough.
Well you know what? Our sisters are a bunch of fibbers! Free hand-me-downs rock!
My co-worker, Joel, was downsizing from a house to an apartment and allowed us to take whatever we wanted from his garage, as long as we helped him move. When the garage door opened, we were welcomed to a veritable treasure trove of yard implements and power tools … a lawnmower, a snow blower, shovels, rakes, gardening equipment, power sanders, weed whip, extension cords, hoses and even a tree trimmer. It was a glorious bounty, fit for any young couple on a tight budget and we were the winners of this freebie bonanza!
Perhaps it's because we're both first borns* and never had the luxury of receiving all the cool toys and clothes we didn't want anymore, but hand-me-downs are a bit of a foreign concept for we of the privileged progeny. Was playing with Micro Machines and X-Men figures really that bad, Abby? Was my vintage Joe Montana jersey that ill-fitting, Marie?
So imagine poor Ashley and I this weekend, when based on our siblings’ less-than-stellar commentary on the validity of “well loved,” we ventured into the realm of free, recycled goods. Would these goods have giant holes or scratches? Would paint be chipped and motors broken? How would we know? We always had to get the new stuff and boy was it rough.
Well you know what? Our sisters are a bunch of fibbers! Free hand-me-downs rock!
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| Ashley searching for our next treasure! |
My co-worker, Joel, was downsizing from a house to an apartment and allowed us to take whatever we wanted from his garage, as long as we helped him move. When the garage door opened, we were welcomed to a veritable treasure trove of yard implements and power tools … a lawnmower, a snow blower, shovels, rakes, gardening equipment, power sanders, weed whip, extension cords, hoses and even a tree trimmer. It was a glorious bounty, fit for any young couple on a tight budget and we were the winners of this freebie bonanza!
But our story doesn't end there … oh no. After dropping off our “new-to-us” toys and heading home, Ashley and I witnessed what can only be described as a golden beam of light piercing through the cool, crisp morning air. “Stop the minivan, Josh! Do you see? Do you see?” Ashley proclaimed. “Yes, my love. It is absolutely beautiful and it is free,” I responded.
There before us was a dining room table, discarded with nary a scratch. And as fate would have it, my mom lent us her minivan to pick-up all Joel’s lawn equipment and now we had a vehicle big enough to stake claim to this table constructed of fine craftsmanship and whatever sort of wood they make tables with in Malaysia.
Needless to say, we will never listen to our sisters ever again regarding their toils and hardships of being born after us. Free, recycled goods are awesome and saved us oodles of money we can now spend on wine … I mean … the laundry list of remodeling projects that is our house.
* Did you know first borns are smarter than their generally less intelligent younger siblings. No lie, science says so! Sorry Brooke, Marie and Abby ... we still are proud of you despite your limitations!
There before us was a dining room table, discarded with nary a scratch. And as fate would have it, my mom lent us her minivan to pick-up all Joel’s lawn equipment and now we had a vehicle big enough to stake claim to this table constructed of fine craftsmanship and whatever sort of wood they make tables with in Malaysia.
Needless to say, we will never listen to our sisters ever again regarding their toils and hardships of being born after us. Free, recycled goods are awesome and saved us oodles of money we can now spend on wine … I mean … the laundry list of remodeling projects that is our house.
* Did you know first borns are smarter than their generally less intelligent younger siblings. No lie, science says so! Sorry Brooke, Marie and Abby ... we still are proud of you despite your limitations!
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