My Best Recycling MomentIt's all about recycling now. And not buying things made in China. And buying local. I get that.
But beyond that, there is something so appealing to me, especially this time of year, in finding things that were made by hand long ago and have ended up in junk shops and garage sales, just a moment away from the landfill.
I love it when I find something like this and bring it home.
I feel like the person who made it and has probably passed on is up there giving me some extra points because I noticed the beauty in the thing they created.
My pine cone wreath is an example.
I found it this summer when The Entrepreneur and I were hopping garage sales in search of a cabinet to house Mr. Nice Guy's T.V. for his new apartment. We were batting zero and The Entrepreneur was doing what he usually does, which is making friends with the garage sale C.E.O. and they were talking about how the man was selling the house because his wife had died and he was tired of living in the big place alone.
Looking through the tools for an addition to my trowel collection, I glanced up and spotted a beautiful pine cone wreath with a $4 price sticker.
"The Missus made that one year with pine cones she found at our cabin," the man said.
"It's really beautiful," I said. "I'm going to take it home."
And so it hangs from the living room mirror this year. I added a few pine cones where some had fallen off and dressed it up with a satin bow.
When I look at it I think of a woman walking in the woods collecting pine cones. I think of her husband, alone at the end of his life and moving on to a new place with the hope of a new beginning.
And I'm very proud I recycled.
But beyond that, there is something so appealing to me, especially this time of year, in finding things that were made by hand long ago and have ended up in junk shops and garage sales, just a moment away from the landfill.
I love it when I find something like this and bring it home.
I feel like the person who made it and has probably passed on is up there giving me some extra points because I noticed the beauty in the thing they created.
My pine cone wreath is an example.
I found it this summer when The Entrepreneur and I were hopping garage sales in search of a cabinet to house Mr. Nice Guy's T.V. for his new apartment. We were batting zero and The Entrepreneur was doing what he usually does, which is making friends with the garage sale C.E.O. and they were talking about how the man was selling the house because his wife had died and he was tired of living in the big place alone.
Looking through the tools for an addition to my trowel collection, I glanced up and spotted a beautiful pine cone wreath with a $4 price sticker.
"The Missus made that one year with pine cones she found at our cabin," the man said.
"It's really beautiful," I said. "I'm going to take it home."
And so it hangs from the living room mirror this year. I added a few pine cones where some had fallen off and dressed it up with a satin bow.
When I look at it I think of a woman walking in the woods collecting pine cones. I think of her husband, alone at the end of his life and moving on to a new place with the hope of a new beginning.
And I'm very proud I recycled.
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Great post!!!
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