Those of you who read this blog regularly will know that I am really, really drawn to the idea of green living.
I’m just not that good at always living the dream.
But I do try. I Do. Honestly.
And I take my hat off to those people who manage to remain steadfast in the face of the myriad temptations of Amazon.
Who do not succumb to the lure of ready-made biscuits and cakes for the kids packing up.
Who handmake everything and just say no to convenience and packaging.
I am not worthy.
And the doyen of them all?
Zero Waste Home aka Bea Johnson.
This is a woman who reuses her toenail clippings and the hair from her hairbrush (they are put out for the birds to use for nesting material), who makes putty from the lint collected by her washing machine, who collects dead flies for composting.
Gentle reader, that “thunking” noise that kept disturbing my reading of her book Zero Waste Home? that was the sound of my jaw hitting the floor with alarming regularity.
The book
is an inspiring and thought provoking read.
But I fear my toenails (and any dead flies I come across) are destined to remain bin -bound for at least the foreseeable future.
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