A girl raised with both fear and anticipation of Armageddon should not read the book The Road. She should also put down the book 6 Degrees: Our Future On A Hotter Planet, and stay far away from National Geographic magazines. She should definitely avoid the new Pixar movie, or that cute little robot who picks up garbage will put her over the edge with worry about a world uninhabitable thanks to trash.
I'm standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking the end of the world as we know it, and it's a scary place to be. There is so much beauty and joy in this ever changing world of ours and I'm trying desperately to focus on all that is good.
I'm trying to do my part to ebb the flow of garbage one article of ruined clothing at a time.
Rather than throwing away clothing that is beyond repair and not worthy of donation, I have pledged to salvage what I can. I cut one inch strips of fabric from a pair of Aidan's stained and torn shorts. Any other fabric scraps or ruined clothing will be cut into strips and added to the ball of "yarn", and perhaps one day I'll have enough to knit or crochet something useful (like a giant garbage bag).
I took it one step further (as I'm wont to do) and salvaged the zipper.
I cut out the pocket and decided it would make the perfect lining for a small zipper pouch.
Ah, I'm feeling better already. Finding beauty and functionality in trash. I know saving one piece of garbage won't change the world, but I'll take the peace of mind that doing something, even if it is small and insignificant, can give me. One small zipper pouch, one giant step back from the edge of despair.