I was chatting with some colleagues last week about the whole “Green” movement and how it’s changed us and, hopefully, the environment. When one of them very seriously asked about my recycling efforts, I couldn’t help but snort that I’d been “green” since I was a kid. The puzzled look on her face told me that she didn’t understand what I was getting at so I simply asked a few questions:
- Did your Mom ever ask you to “save” and fold “that nice wrapping paper?” To keep ribbons and bows for “next time?”
- Did you ever make Christmas gift tags from the fronts of last year’s Christmas cards?
- Did your Mom have a drawer for paper bags and one for plastic?
- Did you have a collection of twisty-ties and rubber bands that MacGyver would envy?
- Were you ever asked to rinse off tinfoil for future use?
- Have you ever IRONED old wrapping paper?
Christmas is nearly here; I still make my gift tags from last year’s greetings. I shudder to discard a sturdy bow and I’ve found myself diving after a pretty gift bag when hubbs nearly tossed it. I don’t need to “go” Green; I went long ago. I grew up in my Mother’s kitchen; as Depression’s child, she made sure nothing was wasted.
No paper was wasted writing this blog; Mom’s gonna love that!