- Buy fair-trade or USA-produced when possible. It takes some digging but if the option is there, I’ll take it. I’m trying to research this more this summer so I’ll share what I find with you guys on the blog!
- Shop less. I still like to buy new clothes but lately I’ve been trying to limit how much money I spend at cheap-chic shops. The less money you pour into cheap retail the better, right?
- Thrift and re-fashion. It’s probably the best way to be eco-conscious and ethical, and it saves you money, too.
Do you have any tips for me for living a more “green” life?
I’m sorry for all of my well-intentioned healthy cooking experiments gone wrong. I’m sorry for thinking that spaghetti squash could indeed taste just like pasta and for torturing you with spinach-covered pizza. I’m especially sorry for all of the watery sugar-free desserts I’ve tried to make over the years. You’re right, the slashed calorie count is not worth it.
I’m especially sorry for getting the bright idea to try my hand at egg-free brownies (for the first time!) a mere three hours before we had to be at the park for our post-wedding party. It was poorly conceived and poorly timed, so thank you for not laughing at the gooey mess that resulted. And thank you for running to the store at the last minute to pick up Oreos (in two flavors, no less) so we would have some sort of finger dessert to put on the table at the party.
(On a separate note, I’m sorry that I managed to book the park on the one day in August that it decided to rain, but after three straight weeks of dry weather can you really blame me?)
I’m sorry for all the times you’ve come home from work to find the house in shambles because I got the bug to clean and redecorate an entire room and, well, the madness spread from there. I’m sorry for rearranging the furniture a dozen times before I’m happy with it and for inadvertently hiding your stuff from you in the process.
I’m sorry for thinking that a hike to the beach was just the thing we needed on a hot summer day. I swear I had no idea we would get turned around in the woods and end up hiking for four hours to reach the water. It’s no wonder your old football injury acts up every time I announce I want to go hiking.
I’m sorry that the cats sleep on your homework, step on your face when you’re sleeping and run off into the bushes at night when you try to corral them into the house. I’m very, very sorry for the times they’ve thrown up on your work clothes…while you were wearing them. We all love you to pieces. Thank goodness you’re patient with us.
I’m sorry for that time I wore new heels to go to a movie and we ended up parking several blocks away and having to
slowly shamble walk to the theater with me cringing in pain from the blisters. I do know better, I promise.
I’m sorry that I freeze up around new people and offend them in the process with my silence and/or sarcasm. I’m glad you can finally look back on my meeting with your stepmother and laugh. In all fairness, I don’t think people shouldn’t ask questions if they don’t want to hear honest answers. And I thought at the time that “leave them at the fire station” was a perfectly acceptable response to her persistent nagging question of “But what if you DO have children? What will you do with them?”
Lastly, I’m sorry for all the times I’ve said I’ll be done with the computer “shortly” and then lost myself in Pinterest for an hour. Did I mention how glad I am of your patience?
Love, your well-meaning and overly ambitious wife