Pulling the stitches out of that discarded garment so I could re-use (repurpose) the fabric brought memories to mind of my paternal grandmother who would take feed sacks and turn them into dresses for her three grandchildren. It reminded me of the time when I received fabric attached to sacks of flour and pancake mix produced at the flour mill where my father-in-law worked. I used that fabric to make curtains for our first unfurnished apartment. And I remember purchasing Dreft laundry soap in a box that contained free wash cloths and/or dishes.
I know there’s Scotch, Irish and English ancestry in my blood. I owe my love of cooking and being frugal to my paternal grandmother and my husband’s mother. I would watch my mother-in-law re-use the bottoms of bread sacks for sandwich carriers long before Ziploc bags arrived on the scene. She saved every scrap of foil too — used it until you couldn’t use it anymore and then it went into the metal recycle bin. I watched and I learned…and I use some of her frugal ways now that we’re retired and are more mindful of our pennies.
This country could use a bit more repurposing; perhaps we could even put more people to work again. It could happen…as long as there is a need for food, clothing or shelter, there will be a need for people to grow, make and build.