Trash find: the Mother Load

There was so much good trash out last night that I actually had to get choosy. It wasn't even a trash hunt. On my walk home I was practically tripping over it. Every barrel, box, and bin overflowing with discarded belongings. I'm embarrassed to say it, but I think it actually kept me up at night. I couldn't sleep knowing there was so much good stuff out there. All of it just waiting for me to scour through it. So I woke up early this morning and went for seconds just to appease myself. It was me vs. time vs. garbage trucks. But sure enough, I came back with even more loot.





There's a local thrift shop in the neighborhood that, I'm pretty positive, owns half the albums in the entire world. Seriously, they've crammed about 2 billion records into a tiny 500sq ft space. It's incredible. They have so many that they're actually having to start tossing some out. Well, luckily I know where they hide their dumpster. You're looking at the Best of the Beach Boys sitting on top. Just one of the 30 or so gems I picked out last night. There were about 5x that many I left behind. Almost all in perfect listening condition.



Why didn't I put this on last night to distract me from the visions of trash finds dancing in my head? I guess I was just too distracted by the visions of trash finds dancing in my head.








Extra bonus was finding this cute little photograph of dad and daughter (couple?!) hidden away at the bottom of the junk. Perfect bookmark.









Saw this cute little table on the side of the road and thought it'd also make a great entryway bench. I'd be careful sitting on it though. It's IKEA and obviously I'm not sure who used the wrench. But it is the perfect place to set your groceries while digging keys out of your fanny pack. And Mr. Antlers needed some company.



I'll be ripping some songs later on to upload from this vinyl. There are some super sweet sounds that would just be too selfish to keep to myself.