I'm gonna re-use like it's 1929!

My mother was a child of the Great Depression. Even before that, her family was poor. By the time I came along, WWII was over, my father had graduated from Dentistry and we were well on our way to a comfortable life. Mom couln't change though. Once a saver, always a saver.
When the environmental movement was born, she found herself validated. She wasn't hoarding; she was reusing or recycling. We recycled like no one else on the block. Newspapers and cans, but not plastic bags or containers, and certainly not jars. Those we had to wash and save. You never know when you might whip up a batch of jam or make muffins.
Me, despite my teenage rebellion, I am my mother's daughter. Here are this week's baggies, drying in odd places.