My good friend Mary introduced me to dumpster diving, a term that I hadn’t heard, until one day when I rescued a chair that was sitting out back by the dumpster at work. I watched this chair for several days, then checked with the maintenance man and yes it was waiting for the garbage truck. Well it was a nice chair except for wear and tear on the arms.
The night before morning trash day, I couldn’t take it any longer so I loaded it up and saved it from pick-up. Took it home and used a yard of this and a yard of that and made a patchwork slipcover. It was my first attempt at doing something like this, but it turned out pretty nice. Notice down the back where I made a long flap and sewed Velcro down the flap to make it easy to remove and wash.
Although I have not done any dumpster diving before or since, I now have this reputation. My husband likes to tease me whenever we see some old trash along the highway. “Honey do you want me to turn around and get that washing machine for you?” It’s our little joke, but truth is I really like my chair.