The "Curious" Red Barrel Stories

By Linda Gray - When I first thought about living communally, I thought maybe, because so much is shared, there would not be enough to go around. But it turns out the opposite is true. There is always abundance and often overabundance. Some of our overflow goes into The Red Barrel that lives on our front porch. It's a place where we, and our neighbors, leave clothing and household items we no longer need; they are then delivered to a local charity. I had been invited to a fancy horse-related event in the South Bay and someone suggested I wear a cowboy hat. I rode horses, but didn’t have one. Just as I was leaving, I checked the Red Barrel. It was entirely empty except for a beautiful cowboy hat that fit me perfectly!

By Lynne Goodman - One October, Nicole and I decided to attend our Halloween party as Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” girls, you know, with the skimpy black outfits, shiny red lipstick and super smoky eyes. I had nothing like a skimpy black skirt and didn’t want to spend money on something I’d never wear again. In desperation, I turned to the Red Barrel. There I found a stretchy black top that turned out to work absolutely perfectly as a tight miniskirt!