My husband doesn't think we have too many plastic bags. Granted, this is the accumulation of almost two years now (crazy), and we now have some cloth bags to take to the grocery store, when we remember. But like a lot of people, we often forget. So they've been stuffed in various corners of our house (mostly under our kitchen sink), and I think they must breed down there.
So I sent him out this weekend and gathered the bags. And sent them to live in the plastic bag recycling bin at the grocery store. We still have a supply under the sink for all the wastebaskets around the house, and I'm sure we'll still forget to take bags to the grocery store from time to time, so I think we'll be okay.
But maybe with fewer plastic bags, I'll be inclined to use real, cloth bags when I need something to stash my dance clothes in on my way to work. Or to put lunch in when it won't fit in those little insulated lunch bags that both of our families saved for us from graduation. And that's probably a good thing. Because carrying real bags makes me feel like a grown up.
And it helps me justify the pile of upholstery samples that I brought home last weekend with the intent of turning them into tote bags....
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