I am the proud custodian of an eclectic collection of old zips. Old as in bought and never used or cut out of clothes and saved by my mum, an avid sewer. There are two with the price stamped on the packaging in old money which dates them to pre-decimalisation (1971).
I don’t know about you, but to my horror and dismay during the recent lockdown we have acquired a mountain of thin plastic bags; the type with a very short life span. Like many people, we have been shielding a family member and our shopping habits have had to adapt. Usually, we buy most of our food from the wonderful Unicorn Grocery and just do an occassional supermarket shop. Whilst an extremely kind group of friends and neighbours have made regular trips to Unicorn on our behalf, most of our shopping is currently being delivered by an online supermarket. At the moment they don’t take back any of the plastic bags. My partner has been stashing these bags in the garage, however, out of sight is not out of mind and our plastic bag mountain has been gnawing at my conscience. Continue reading