Last week a couple of curtain hooks in our bedroom snapped; and I'd used up the last of the spares the last time it happened. I was miffed at the thought of having to buy a pack during a no spend week.
And then I found these in the wood chips at the local park:
I've no idea why they were there; perhaps they were left over from The Most Fancily Furnished Den Ever Built or something.
Last week I needed cable ties and the front of the school was littered with rubber bands from unfurled artworks being sent home. In the past I've picked up paperclips, unused nails, a copper olive that we used to fix a leaking radiator valve, a wooden dowel that became a plant support and a metal hair clip still on it's packaging - I only ever need one, to occasionally hold back my fringe. I know people get squeamish about picking things of the street, but that's what soap and water are for. There are classier people than me who do it too, like Bea Johnson and her hair ties.
Picking up litter has saved a trip into town, some plastic packaging, unnecessary clutter, and several quid this week. The universe has had my thrifty back and I love it.