It happens every summer right about now. I freak out at how much trash there is on the beach. I start going to the beach carrying bags in which to collect the trash. This means that I am not really enjoying the beach. I am cursing my fellow humans. I am not looking out over the horizon. I am looking at my feet. I may have to start doing two walks: the Trash Walk, and the Bask Walk. Both Slow Love walks, but one creates slow burn rather than slow joy. Well, one of my wise friends pointed out that I seem drawn to impossible tasks, and certainly, cleaning up all the trash at the beach would qualify. Most of the trash is plastic. And don't give me "...washed up from a boat"....though that too is a huge problem--it is criminal that cruise ships are allowed to dump trash and worse in ocean waters, no matter how far from shore they are. I wonder why it is that people feel they can be such slobs at the beach? Do they think that all this plastic is just going to sink politely to the bottom of the ocean and disappear forever? No. It creates an environmental disaster. That link will just show you a visual cry of despair, so that I do not have to go on about it. This is not the time for a rant. It is too early, and the morning is too gorgeous.
Instead, this is the time to share a couple of terrific ideas I just came across. One is from Ronnie Citron-Fink's blog, econesting; she has a post on knitting your own market bags. I think that even my klutzy self could do this one, and as we are in the midst of Cousins Week here at the beach (everyone gathers from around the country and reverts to their youngster selves) perhaps we'll form a production line of knitted bags. The other idea is for cutting up those plastic bags, turning it into "yarn" and knitting things with it...eye-popping. I so want you to look at this that I am linking twice (that would be you I'm talking to, Pops. Can you believe that dress is made of plastic bags?) As always, I am in awe of those Craft Meisters among us. Why O Why did I not take Home Ec more seriously in junior high?
1000Jobs. It is dedicated to fighting poverty in Haiti one job at a time. The bag is handsome and sturdy, and buying one supports an excellent cause. They also sell charmingly embroidered aprons and tea towels.
When I go to a friend's house for dinner, I usually bring my hostess a bottle of champagne or wine. But lately, I got to thinking that what she really needs is breakfast--my friend Abby seems to like getting fresh muffins. I'll take any excuse to visit Karla at her farm; I never know what's going to turn up on the shelves, and I always leave with a smile. I recommend you pack up some jams, cheese, and fruit, bake a dozen muffins, and tuck them into one of these young women's bags. Ask your local shops to become a distributer by contacting the 1000Jobs website. Support your local farmer, and your global neighbor. Spread the jam. Spread the love.