I grew up in a house where reusing and composting were the norm.

Being writers, my parents never had a steady income so it was important to hold on to what we had, just in case we needed it later. Apart from financial limitations, I think these principles are inherited in their generation as well. To put it bluntly, my parents are hoarders. I didn’t grow up with the concept of refusing: that’s where zero waste blew my mind.

I’m visiting my parents at the moment and they have about 18 pots and pans between the two of them. Every Chinese takeaway container is saved for later use, but now there are piles of it in the pantry. Garage sales and thrift stores are scoped for bargains. @aldiaustralia is a haven for cheap products and all their packaging is kept, just in case.

Every piece of fabric becomes a rag, a patchwork quilt or a curtain. Value is placed on potential value, rather than current needs. It’s fascinating and a little mad!
I’m just trying to respect their way of life and be as helpful as possible. But sometimes it’s fun to laugh at all the stuff they have.
They know they’re strange. I love them all the same