You know, if you read my last post, that I'm a fan of secondhand. Thrift Stores, recycling and upcycling. Has occurred to me that I also enjoy going through peoples old stuff but that sounds odd and a bit grimy so let's not dwell on that aspect.
Recently, Hubby and I drove to the South of Joburg (we live in the North) to collect a wardrobe that had been advertised on Freecycle. During the collection we met a man, in his late forties, who's parents had sadly both passed recently.
He has no siblings and is single; he told us he was Freecycling all his parents furniture and odds and sods as well as a lot of his own as he was selling his house and off to start a new life in Australia. How exciting, thought we, as we loaded our wardrobe and chatted. Not easy, as Hubs and he manoeurvered a solid and very large wardrobe down a flight of windy stone stairs and onto the back of our bakkie.
As we were preparing to leave, the chap asks us if we won't take a few bags of "Mum's crafty bits" because he didn't think they were of real use to anyone.