Of hoarding other people's trash

I'm horrible at life because I can never throw anything away. I can't even let other people do it.
For example, today when I was throwing out the trash, someone set out a box of things that they wanted to throw away.
Things that could be turned into something else.
And that's even worse than normal things to throw away.
In truth, this was a box of fabric. Really nice fabric.
A really nice, obscene amount of matching floaral and country and solid print fabrics.
Like, has to be at least 25 yards obscene.
So I took it. And I'm not ashamed. And I'm washing it.
And even though I don't have a sewing machine (that works) and I don't know how to sew, I'm going to use it.
This also won't be the first time that I've ever pulled "trash" out of the trash for my own sake.
Oh, no.
In the bathroom, hanging up on the wall, is an enormous old picture frame but I removed from the trash can.
I painted it blue, I hung it with strings and hooks, and now it holds all of my jewelry. Well, actually, I didn't paint that. My sister did while I was unpacking my new house, but you get the point.
So what will this fabric wind up being? New pillows? New dresses?
Only time will tell.
- Bees (the novice hoarder)