We went to Luxembourg for a week; to visit friends we have not seen in some time (in person, at least!) and have a break from frenetic London.
And, admittedly, because although I adore to cruise the charity shops in London – nothing has ever compared to Dumpster Diving at Deshetterie in the Duchy. And, I am certain that nothing ever will. My DD in the Duchy stories had all my friends asking me to take them there when they visited from the States.
You see, life is a treasure hunt. Firstly and mostly – friends are the best treasure. M and her son D hosted our stay and M revives my spirits and soul. D went to school with my daughter. They are still very sweet together.
But then – a real treasure hunt, especially when you have NO IDEA what you will find – is the second best! And although this is akin to sharing a trade secret – Luxembourg is the best. I had not been there in five years; and part of me feared that it would not be like I remembered. So much so that I did not go for the first two days. You know – like when you visit something you remembered so well and when you get there – somehow you think what you remembered has been replaced by the bad house faeries. And this time – “If it’s Tuesday, it must be Luxembourg – so off I went.
I remembered to put some recycling into the car; fortunately the practice is de riguer so there is no issue in finding things to take. The security guy waves me through. Tuesday is not a busy day. The two bins I love are right at the end; but I busy myself with the bottles (we have been enjoying wine and champagne), paper and karton. Each time; my eyes grazing the treasure bin. Pretty full – and a lot of building material. Not a good sign. They chuck heavy things in there without a thought; often shattering something that is a treasure.
Finally – my turn. When I first started doing this five years ago – I wasn’t certain I should. I kept thinking that one of the big guys was going to come over and ask me “WTF do I think I am doing” (but in Luxembourgish)…..but I have learned that if you bring something to the centre; you can leave with something. Maybe not an official rule; but one I adopted. (See “Dumpster Diving in the Duchy” which I wrote years ago but decided to post for background.)
Much is broken – but today I am “La Reine au Deshetterie”; the Queen of the Dumpster. I have found a wonderful Villeroy and Boch bowl with an ancienne mark; one I don’t even recognize. You see V&B has been made here in Luxembourg for years; and I can’t even afford what is in the factory store! But today I have found something of beauty; something with a story. That sadly someone has put in a dumpster. For me. The Diva. I am fulfilled.
Now the bowl cradles fruit, candy, whatever needs to be on the counter in my home; a reminder of friendship – and treasure hunting. You see; except for knickers; I am convinced we do not need to buy things that are “new” when so many beautiful items already exist, waiting to be loved.