Shelf of Little Treasures

My husband is a dumpster diver (so embarrassing). Well, he doesn't really dumpster dive. But only because we don't have dumpsters. Let's just say he is a "junk connoisseur." Let me give you a few examples:

-Once he saw a pair of shorts in the road. He stopped. He picked them up. They were Nike brand. His size. They are in his drawer. He wears them.

-One day, I was having a yard sale. My husband drove up with a table on the back of his truck. He had picked it up off the side of the road. He put a for sale sign on it. I laughed at him and told him how ridiculous he was (as I was sorting through all my cute little sale items). He sold the table for $50. That was more than I made all day.

-The rug at my front door came from the people up the street. From their trash pile. Glad they don't visit.

-All of my garden "art" is from my husband. Old golf hole markers and other things I'm not certain of.

-The old metal swing. The sign said Free. It was. He took it. I painted it pink. Then it broke. And we couldn't take it back.



-This Thing:
Don't know what it is.
Don't know where he found it.
It is heavy.


-My shelf of little treasures:

When he finds these little goodies, he comes home, treasure in hand...
"Look what I found".
And with a wideeyed grin, he hands it over to me, keeper of the things.
And he is so happy and so proud and so excited to give me the new gift.
And I keep all the treasures on this shelf.

Except the best treasure of all....

him.