I grew up in a small town when and where such things as junkyards and town dumps were standard issue. The purpose, of course, was to dispose of our garbage, but we always ended up finding some treasures to haul back home with us--much to my mother's dismay. Two classics I remember finding were a very old leather trunk and a perfectly-functioning portable record player circa Brady Bunch era. Now if I want to junk hunt, I have to hit the streets on garbage day or linger around dumpsters in parking lots of apartment buildings and such. Which brings me to the topic of this post.

Dumpster-Diving Decor - Decor - Dumpster