My cousin built this AMAZING Harry Potter house in 8 months from scratch, 80% of it from recycled and repurposed materials–Pringles containers, cardboard boxes, tissue paper, packing materials, small plastic tips off nasal spray. Many of these items he found in his own recycling bin, some out on the curb that folks had put out with the trash.
My husband sent this little nugget from the commissary on base while in Hawaii. A recycling bin sat beneath this advertisement for bags to be used again.
Kudos to the commissary!
Though we planted too early this year in the hot southern sun and everything flowered and bloomed and bloomed and flowered and never produced any food, we did learn a lesson.
I received a gift in this little package and found it to be just about perfect.
I’ll reuse it over composting it.
Unable to find anything on the package about recycling (other than to recycle the box), I took the next step MissWhipLash from God’s Creatures encouraged me to do.
I wrote the company.
These days the first thing out of my mouth when I stand in front of any cashier isn’t, “Hello, How are you?” I don’t have time to say that. If I don’t practically jump over the counter at the same time they ring me up with, “I don’t need a bag,” they are simply too fast and my product swings slowly from side to side in an unwanted plastic bag, my own canvas bag either in my hand or hanging on my shoulder. Right there in front of them. Right there ready to be used. Right there!!!
Hands down, my FAVORITE— manufactured out of a chicken feed bag by the back yard farmers at Farm Fresh in St. Marys, GA.. Spacious, stylish and my favorite color–GREEN. AND the baby loves to crawl all over it because it crinkles. It’s one of her favorite toys—besides a crinkling packet of wipies.
The greener or more colorful the veggie, the more nutrients. I gave up iceberg lettuce years ago in favor of dark green spinach. But it isn’t always in season and I can’t always find it in bundles in the store to place in my own mesh bag.
I purchased the little raisin packages for my husband’s lunch but once they were empty, I thought—what a waste to just throw them away.
Have any of you heard the country song about the Red Solo cup? It’s catchy and funny and great writing, but it’s the ultimate ode to a disposable lifestyle.
Why can’t you still “get lucky and proceed to party” from a glass instead of a red plastic cup? The song mentions it takes about 14 years for the cup to break down. The depressing thing is…that’s about right. Continue reading