Goin’ SCRAPin’

I decided today that if I was going to leave the house and face the world I would treat myself to a visit to SCRAP. Housed in a little building across the street from Morrison Milling’s grain elevators, SCRAP is a unique experience in a town that prides itself on being unique.

The Denton SCRAP opened a few years ago with an all volunteer staff. I believe at least some of them are paid now. Their mission is creative reuse. They accept donations of used craft materials then they sell them to others. They measure their success in pounds of materials donated per year–17 tons last year! Anything you can imagine. In fact, sometimes it amazes me to see what people think to save and accumulate. Those measuring cups that come with cough syrup?  Yup, they’ve got ’em.  And not just a few. Somebody made a conscious choice to accumulate hundreds of them then donated them to SCRAP. It’s worth the trip if only to see what they’ve got.

I usually have something in mind when I go, but I have to look at everything. Today I was looking for a cabochon. I bought a wire wrapping class from Craftsy  a couple of weeks ago and wanted something to practice on. I ended up with a purple necklace and earrings that I can take apart and use. Not real stones, but good for practice. I also bought a roll of adding machine tape that I will use either at school or with my grandson and a small jigsaw puzzle of the 50 states (still sealed in the box). Total spent:  $2.76.

Just imagine a building full of bits and pieces of craft stuff. My own small supply often approaches chaos; so you know that this place could be a total disaster. On the contrary, everything is organized and labeled. And I do mean everything. It makes my librarian’s heart sing! Words can’t do it justice; here are some pictures:

A whole tub full of plastic anchors.

I resisted the pink elephant bead.

Unfinished projects.

Crayons galore sold by the handful.

Yarn wall using old paint cans.

Backless rubber stamps. Aren’t the categories great?

Unfinished projects (and an employee with a sense of humor.

I really wanted some of these.

 

SCRAP… it’s worth leaving home for.