Steelcase office chair, washing-up basin, wooden rack, rug - all for the porch or potting bench
which brings me to Dumpster-Diver's Rule No.1: any fabric you can wash on a hot setting is fine.
On the second trip, I netted and landed . . .
Bathmat (DDR1), plate, cutlery, two plant pots.
This is a good time to mention DD Rule 2: if it looks like someone's grandma gave them something to take to college and now the ungrateful wretch has hoyed it into a skip, take it home for grandmas everywhere. This pretty old plate with the parrot tulip on it fell under DDR2.
Bookcase (for use as shoerack in scullery), genuine ancient Roman column (wired for a lamp, but destined for the garden), garden table, garden bench, humungous plant pot, Bellotti coffee pot, oven mitt/flannel glass-cloth/paisley tablecloth (all DDR1), 2 glasses, ceramic pot, safety goggles.
Now, the safety goggles almost fall under DDR3: no hats, hairbands, combs, wigs or earrings. But they looked brand-new and when you're wearing safety goggles you're usually more disgusting than anything I've ever found in a skip so . . .
(which lasted so long it was dark when we returned so the pic of the catch was taken in the garage)
2 chairs (possible DDR2), 2 cache-pots, 2 cushions (DDR1), 2 diner mugs, garden lantern, watering can, wrapping paper, scissors, t-shirt (DDR1) and Bill Clinton and his Family Dressing Dolls.
The t-shirt passed DDR1 and also came under DDR4: good clothes in bad places should be saved. This top wasn't in the clothes donation box from where it might have gone to Goodwill. It was in a dumpster with oleander clippings. And I liked it. And it fits me. I don't care. I do know; I just don't care.
Garden table, enamel frying pan with lid, colander, chip clip (for if I ever open a big bag of crisps and don't finish it (unlikely)), fly-swatter, knitted creature (DDR1 & DDR2) and . . . a green Toile de Jouy armchair.
Now this chair fails DDR1 (boilwash), clearly. And it would be a stretch to say it qualifies under DDR2 (grandma). And since you can rest your head against the high back, it probably fails under DDR3 (nits) but . . . it smelled okay, it was for the porch, I love Toile de Jouy, so home it came. I'll happily tell fastidious friends to let me sit in it instead of them: it's quite incredibly comfy.
So, that's it for Davis Dumpster-Diving 2011. Favourites? In third place:
which matches the free-cycled chairs, which face west in the garden. Somewhere to put feet and cocktails while the sun goes down.
The runner-up has to be (since I bent so many rules for it):
But the winner, by a clear margin, is:
No, I haven't forgotten that this isn't a garden blog. And no, not the colander. The winner of the "Great Free Stuff Stakes 2011 is a late entry, not actually out of a dumspter at all, nabbed on the way home yesterday.
Now DDR5, which should possibly be DDR1, is NO FOOD. But it doesn't cover road-kill tomatoes. Last night, a lorry took a corner too fast coming out of a field and suddenly the tarmac was a sea of red. I hopped out with my Wigtown Book Festival book-bag and picked up four pounds; another woman pulled off going in the other direction and filled her boot. When I passed again this morning there was nothing left but the squished ones. I roasted them with garlic, chillies, basil and courgettes (of course) from the garden and they're in the freezer now, waiting for a winter's evening when pasta and spicy tomato sauce will remind us of summer and its dumpsters.
And if I see a lorry full of cantaloupes going along at a good lick, I'm following.