When I lived in L.A., I managed to furnish my entire apartment, more or less, with furniture I found on the curb. And I don't mean partially-disassembled IKEA particleboard remnants. It was GREAT stuff.
This dresser! I mean, come on! I carted this beauty with me to Arizona. That's true love.
And before that, I carted it from that San Fernando Valley curb into my apartment myself, using one of those tiny square furniture dollies. Was I bruised within an inch of my life? Did I almost collapse from the strain? Yes, and yes. But no regrets.
And these side tables and nightstands? I'd start dreading going on my daily walks, because I'd invariably find something else I couldn't say no to.
There's not a lot I miss about trying to live in L.A. while on a tight budget, but the never-ending stream of free furniture was lovely.
Obviously, there was a lot of not-so-cute stuff to be found too:
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