A cold bit of crust from my son’s grilled cheese sandwich stares at me from an otherwise empty plate. Why toss it when it can provide me with sustenance and save my bokashi bin from having to digest another hunk of food?
A. I’ve already eaten lunch and am not remotely hungry.
B. These “recycling efforts” have caused my belly to grow while my pants are inexplicably shrinking.
D. Eating this gross bit of cold, partially gnawed sandwich will not save the planet.
E. All of the above.
That Robin’s egg blue sweater in my closet has only been there for a year. Why would I get rid of it when I could still get so much use out of it?
A. In the past 12 months, I’ve worn it twice.
B. The sleeves are two inches too short, it’s endlessly itchy, and I detest wearing it.
D. On a half off sale at a thrift store, I paid just three bucks for it.
E. All of the above.
Every month we end up with a tiny sliver of soap in the dish. Why would I discard them when I can melt them down, put them in the blender, and remold them into fresh bards of soap?
A. With two small kids and a nearly full time job, I barely have time to brush my teeth, let alone engage in multi-step soap projects.
B. I could just stick that sliver onto a new bar of soap, and my life would be infinitely easier.
C. Elaborate soap sliver recycling efforts may not make as much as an impact as other simple things I could do.
D. All of the above.
The annoying singleton socks that lurk in my son’s drawers serve no reasonable purpose. Why get rid of them when then could make several dozen multicolored puppets?
A. Spilling out of his desk drawer are 56 recycled sock puppets from an art project two weeks ago.
B. It is endlessly annoying to nudge random socks out of the way every time we search for clothing.
C. These socks have been without pairs for so long that they no longer fit my son’s feet. In fact, some may be baby booties.
E. All of the above, and more.
Can you tell I’m trying to overcome some extreme non-wasting tendencies? My inner hoarder would rather re-purpose every single item in our home, but the walls are closing in! Do you struggle with the urge to save/repurpose everything versus the need to maintain some sense of order?