Ok, so I may be switching it up a bit. After all, I tend to focus on sales tips, with the a couple of sidebars. Call me behind, or having a gigantic job underway, but I want to touch on one of my other passions – sustainability!
No, I don’t own a pair of Birkenstocks -- not that I knock people that do because I’m one in a million who are not comfortable because of a high arch … many friends would ah hem point out that it’s due to being vertically challenged, I’m accustomed to wearing heals. Nope, I haven’t chained myself to any great tree … if you don’t count the chain link fence surrounding my yard facing a beautiful pathway to allow people to freely admire my garden as they cycle, walk, jog by.
My mother is coming to visit! Seriously, I’m not a bad housekeeper (boy, do I miss my nanny/housekeeper) but compared to mom, who was married to my air force father for 54 years gets me cracking! As we moved from Canada to Europe and back, there was always an inspection of our house because it was rented through the military. Yes, they did come in with white gloves. The only time my mom ever got dinged was while waiting for the inspection she had a coffee (maybe it should have been whisky?) while waiting and it left a ring mark.
Everyone should have a mom like mom come visit so they can clear the clutter and clean. Beats waiting until you move. While prepping for the inevitable, I realized that there were quite a few items around my home that signified that I walked the walk, not just talked the talk about sustainability … from a unique angle. I had a couple to share.
I accessorize, accessorize, accessorize! I have more jewellery, most of it costume, than a bohemian boutique. A few years ago, frustrated with always untangling necklaces, never mind being able to match with earring, I came up with, what I think pretty clever idea (at the time, I thought I could retire by mass producing) I had this old bulletin board limping from its glory days as a command center for schedules, art work, and “to do” lists. I painted the wood around the bulletin board (please, don’t drink and draw). Secondly, I applied leftover wallpaper to the cork board.
Since cup hooks to neatly hang cups within cupboards were passe’ (yeah right, in your dreams I’d have anyone in my house hang cups when they can throw them in the cupboard – yup, teenagers). I screwed the cup hooks on to the bulletin board with the wallpaper as my artistic backdrop. Voila! I hung up the necklaces with matching earrings looped to them and it formed almost a piece of art.
Now, you are thinking … the loyal readers that are male are tuned out. Sigh. Sadness settles in. I definitely have changed tactics on sales. Then again, I’m passionate about coming up with ways that someone like me – a shopaholic in green heels – can do my part by making toss-away items into innovative ideas.
But guys .. this one is for you. Sort of. What about bras? Did you know that bras with padding are great utility items? Cut around the cups and you now have a silky smooth cleaning buffer! For your vehicle! Don’t tell me, someone “else” does the housework? Come on .. if you can use a bra, you may partake in household chores more often. If you use those old bras on rings around the bathtub, imagine the other instances your hand could be on a … well, never mind.
One of my best forms of recycling that I learned from my teenage girls. Thankfully, they limit their high cost items are their jeans. In my day (ok, sounds old), we never paid $200 for a pair of jean! They love excursions to Goodwill or Value Village (in Canada) second hand stores. At first, I’d let them scour the clothes while I focussed on the book section. Then, it became a mission. Can you find the most expensive designer clothes at a fraction, or a fraction of a fraction, of what they’d normally cost? I love a challenge. Hooked, you bet! The best part is I donate to those same stores. Now, shopaholics, unite, you can say you RECYCLE.
In case Mom reads this. I do have another tip. Instead of just tossing the fabric softener into the recycling bin, I like to tip it upside down to drain the last bit of fluid, add a bit of water, then soak the sink wash cloth with the residue. In my house, if I don’t put it into the laundry, who knows what it smells like!
A relapse from a business sales blog. Perhaps. Gotcha thinking? Double the bonus then!