Imagine if you will it's 3am, we're just about to go to bed and your OH looks out of the window and a small squeal escapes from his lips... he rushes downstairs and returns with about 10 meters of electrical cable which one of the neighbours had thrown out and left on the bin along with a pair of trainers.
We then spent the next hour and a half skimming off the plastic outer and winding it all up and now I have lots of lovely copper wire for jewellery making :D
The trainers were gone as well next time we looked out fo the window lol
Now we spend our time noseying in skips as we pass... well... more so than the OH has been doing for about 40 years... and his father before him :D
I spend ages looking at rubbish before we throw it away to see if there is absolutely anything I could rescue and use craftily... I've lost count of the times I've hoiked something out of a box and wondered why the hell I saved it for but then put it back just incase I remember later!!
I wouldn't say it was an obsession, or taking things to far but it has become second nature
