We have found some totally schwing things around the streets in the last week or so. Stuff we have uncannily been in need of.
I kid you not, the day Tim found this haul below, including massive enamel bowls, we had just bitten the bullet about having to buy a new washing up bowl from Pounduniverse. Then we got three cool looking ones for the price of one! (Which was free.)
It also included a couple of giant heavy based pots (perfect for our old gass cooker) . Someone was just clearing out their house and had stuck it all in the skip.
The morning we found this long runner for our corridor Tim had just commented to young Ramona “We really need to get a better mat for this entrance.” Then, tada! Outside the estate around the corner. Pristine too. Weird, eh.
But anyway, with this secondhand cookingware, it could have been used for all sorts of business. As sick bowls for the frail and infirm. Chamberpots. Boiling up neighbourhood cats. Yet now they have pride of place in our kitchen; we use them for our pasta and noodles and potatoes. It has made me wonder about the oddest second hand thing you have ever bought/found/used?
Personally, second hand saucepans barely scratch the surface.
(But hey, I got a GREAT sleep in an airport as a result and what’s a bit of earwax between, um, strangers? It was posh earwax too, very clean I ‘spect, as I pinched them out of First Class on my way out the plane.)
Tell me. Anyone wearing any charity shop pants?