I am a wife and stay-at-home mom who finds adventure in decorating by stylish (but inexpensive) means. I do have a confession to make, however: I am a trashoholic. I love other people's castoffs. Goodwill, Habitat for Humanity Restore, my neighbors' trash piles, Craigslist, etc.. are the places are where I find my treasures. My poor family believes it’s a sickness. They cringe when we go driving through the neighborhood the night before garbage pick-up and I make them stop at promising-looking piles. I personally like to think of it as keeping the landfill emptier by filling up my basement. One of these days I am going to actually finish refurbishing, repairing, and repainting all of those cast-offs, and my husband is going to beam, look at me lovingly, and say (in an amazed and adoring voice) "Let's go look on the curb for more treasure!" Yeah, I know I am dreaming - about actually finishing everything in my basement, as well as my husband one day being willing to go trash picking with me. Because, as long as I breathe, I am never caught-up. It's always something.