One thing I’ve learned in my ten years in this neighborhood: if you put something out on the curb that might have some actual value, it will be gone long before the city sends the truck. I must assume that this is also the case elsewhere.
My big framed Ansel Adams poster of a snowy tree? The neighbors two streets over were throwing it out (along with two seascapes and some mirror candle sconces). The rattan end table on our Florida room? Another neighbor. The Ikea chair and foot stool in the office? Left behind when another neighbor moved out. Candles, sheets, picture frames, fabric, canned food, mirrors of every kind, clothing, lamps, furniture, fancy shower curtain rod; all found on the streets. I won’t say that you will find everything you need, and certainly never right when you need it, but there sure is a lot of stuff out there going begging.
I have had reasonably good fortune with fabric, without even having to go looking for it: I’ve had half a dozen towels (two big enough for bath use) blow into the yard. I’m wondering if I should toss out the curtain rod that fell on my head in the garage this past weekend.