My parents used to do that. "It's broke, you can fix that," became a challenge, so I'd dig the stuff they threw away out of the trash, clean it up, fix it, then they'd look confused when it "reappeared" intact.You know you're an ISTP when you get pissed off over something you intended to fix being thrown away without your permission.
I had a huge Eiffel Tower statue that I brought in PR that broke in the suitcase and I kept the pieces because I was gonna fix it. But my great-grandmother threw it away and didn't tell me. Fuck.
My overly-organized INFJ has her moments too, until I point out that half the reason I haven't gotten to a project is because she keeps finding stuff at auctions and garage sales that "only need a little work". At least she appreciates my ability to repair things, though.