Revel’s growing like a weed, and I needed to buy him some new clothes.
But every time I went shopping, to the store, to the mall, to target and the other big chain box stores,
I’d gather up small and adorable outfits in my arms,
and put them down before I ever made it to the register, leaving empty handed.
I just can’t do it.
I can’t wrap my dear child up,
in clothing made by poor people in other countries,
possibly children themselves.
Tiny t-shirts with ghost slaves hovering around the edges,
the small, quick fingers,
of people forced to work too hard,
for too little money.
And it’s tough, ya’ know?
Because there are fair trade companies,
using organic cloth,
and natural dyes,
carefully crafted by
people respected for their skill
and paid accordingly.
But those wonderful garments
Don’t fit our budget,
based on happiness,
and small, simple living.
So what do I do?
I buy used.
From thrift shops, and second hand stores, from yard sales, and consignment shops.
from the waste stream,
from the billions of pounds of trash flowing like flooding rivers through cities, towns,
Baby clothes, furniture, housewares, and toys,
in great condition, gently used, sometimes brand new,
discarded, thrown away, abandoned like so many pieces of junk.
Sold for dollars, cents, thrown away, free.
There for the taking.
Let’s use the things we have,
until they can’t be used anymore.
When you shop, shop local.
Support the people you know, frequent their stores.
But when you can, by all means
or better yet, find it free.
Hunting for used stuff is fun, like a scavenger hunt.
Challenge yourself, make it a game.
We have to suppress our appetites for consuming,
if we hope to make it out alive.
We can’t keep living the same way,
and expect the world to change.
Our decisions make a difference.
Thank you for listening,