There's a first time for everything. Inspired by the unbelievable dumpster-dive makeovers of Meredith (Meredith & the New Yorkie), I've been keeping a close eye of a particularly promising dumpster in our neighborhood. One day, when walking past the dumpster, my persistence paid off in a big way.
Peaking out from the top of the (open) dumpster, the unmistakable lines of a light wood Ikea Poang chair. Weird, but true: I've wanted a Poang for at least 5 years. Yes, it's a cheap Ikea standard, but I love the shape of the frame and the customizable cushions. Plus, it's super comfy (especially with a footstool) for an evening of reading and pug snuggling.
With only a moment's hesitation and an are-you-seriously-going-to-pull-that-out-of-the-garbage-look from Adam, that bad boy was mine. It was covered with (what I hope were) coffee grounds and the cushion has a small stain, but it was otherwise in good condition and the frame seemed sturdy. We carried it home, disinfected it and spritzed the cushion with a pet odor remover (just in case) and put it in the living room.
I liked the natural cushion, but it had a stain that just wouldn't come out. After a rude awakening to the price of cushion covers (50 bucks - seriously Ikea?!), I determined to make my own using two yards of discount fabric from Joann's (a whopping $8 investment). A couple frustrating hours with my sewing machine later, and I had a new inky blue cover that helps the poang fit right into our living room. Now to secure a foot stool/storage ottoman (in pink!) to provide extra storage and a place to rest our feet.
I've mentioned before that I wanted to paint our photo screen (white maybe) but with the addition of a second light-color wood piece, I'm leaning more and more toward leaving it unpainted.
Neighborhood dumpsters beware - I'll be climbing in your open tops and snatching your treasures up.
*Some brave souls actually dive into dumpsters. That's not really for me. I fully endorse pulling items off the top of the pile (or better yet, from next to the dumpster), but you never know what lurks beneath that layer of trash (needles, glass bottles, dirty diapers - the list of terrifying dangers goes on and on) so I prefer to play it safe and stay outside of the dumpster.