Ban the Bag!

Ban the Bag!

You might have heard (or noticed on our instagram feed) that recently Queensland cracked down on our plastic use and introduced plastic bag bans across the major supermarkets. Hoorah!!

We know it’s not all rosy and there is still a HEAP of work to be done in changing attitudes, habits and those super forces that largely make decisions for us as communities. But, slowly does it, right? And the main thing is it’s a step in the right direction.

Belinda Suzette, our part time designer and other time all round wonder woman had a beaut story to share with us and well, we wanted to share it with you too! It’s not only super cute anecdotal material about her and mum waging war on plastic, it’s also, rather helpful!

Read on Rummage friends, read on!

Dealing With Change: Someone once said something like Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change.

So when the shopping centres were gearing up to end single use plastic bags, I noticed my mum was freaking out a bit. She really relies on those shopping bags; they become her bin bags, her sandy, wet clothes bags, her doggy bags, her everything bags. Yes, her anxiety was doing a wee number on her and I realised she needed a little help and motivation.

We had a chat. ‘Mum’ I said, ‘Let’s just decide to embrace this. Let’s just do it. Yes, it makes things a bit more tricky. Yes, it means a bit more work. But it’s nothing we can’t handle. And it will help you feel good! And feeling good feels great’.

She agreed.

So we set about setting up her ‘waste station’ which comprised of four bins:

1 bin for recycled waste.
1 bin for garbage.
1 bin for soft plastic waste.
1 bin for compost.
We labelled them to avoid confusion and that was that.

Did you know that you don’t need a bin liner for these bins? My mum didn’t. Now she does.

So rubbish goes straight into the bins. The recycled bin and the garbage bin gets dumped straight into the council supplied wheelie bins.

She uses bread bags (omg I just love how precious bread bags have become all of a sudden), or whatever plastic rubbish she can’t avoid, to shove the soft plastics into and this goes into the boot of her car, ready to be dumped into the soft plastic recycle bins at Coles when she does her shopping. Compost bin goes to the chooks.

Every now and then these bins will need a rinse out, but that’s no biggy.

Mum and I purchased some reusable bags, mainly from op shops. We made a couple too. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. These ‘live’ in the boot of the car so she can’t forget them.

And just like that, my mum is a part of the revolution – onya mum!