Today turned out to be a bit of a failure. We were all on track to have an almost plastic-free day: yesterday’s paper bag replacement for bin bags was a success, we’d had porridge (packaged in a cardboard box) for breakfast with home-stewed apple, I’d baked bread and EVERYTHING. Pretty bloomin’ wholesome.
Then we went to visit family, where the children were given an early Easter craft set. The large plastic jar contained what seemed to be half the world’s plastic supplies, in the form of plastic eggs, plastic stick-on gems on a plastic sheet, fuzzy plastic pom-poms, googly eyes, glue sticks – all packaged in individual plastic bags.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s lovely when the children get gifts and we’re more than grateful when people are so kind. And there’s no way I’m going to tell a four- and two-year-old that they can’t have the present that someone has generously bought them! That way madness lies.
My beef is more with the well-known craft shop who supply plastic things covered in plastic, packaged in plastic and sold in a large plastic jar. Yes, it’s all very pretty and creative and nice to do with kids, but it just seems a bit excessive, even if you’re not actively trying to cut down on plastic. Surely there must be alternatives?
Please don’t think that I’m trying to guilt-trip you and make you feel terrible about your way of life. That’s definitely not my intention. It’s only now I’ve really started to think about our plastic consumption that I’ve started to notice how much it’s everywhere. Plastic is a way of life. And it’s not that we’re particularly wasteful – it’s just how things are made, sold and presented to us. I guess what I’m trying to say is that we need to start bearing this in mind a bit more.
It’s just stupidly, ridiculously, bloody hard.
Today’s list of shame
Too much to mention.