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Lately, we’ve been dating at Safeway. I flirt with him in the produce aisle. I can’t help it, he’s really cute when he’s cost comparing produce.

The day after I put up my post on eco-friendly detergent, my mom (who reads this blog, everybody wave!) said to me, “You know what you do that is hard on the environment? You use plastic bags.”

It was one of those moments where, by the skin of my teeth, I was actually ahead of her question. But only by a few hours. “No, no, Mom. WAY ahead of you! Detergent was last year’s resolution to make the planet greener. This year it’s plastic. I want to be plastic free by the end of the year, so to accomplish this I ordered reusable bags yesterday. They should be here any moment.” Whew, that was close.

“Not that ahead of me. I made my own bags ages ago, ” she quipped back. Turns out, being the crafty sort with mad sewing skills, she cut down a plastic bag to use as a pattern and made her own.

However, I’m not that crafty. No, not really. I knew I wanted bags of nylon because canvas bags are itchy, but I’ve sewn on nylon before to no good end. That old expression “slicker than snot” has got nothing on nylon. As we’ve established, making the planet green shouldn’t be so painful. The very thought of sewing on nylon threatened my sanity; so, I did the next best thing, I found a vendor.

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Meet the Baggu. I’m going to direct you to the Baggu site for all the nasty business that is plastic. But you should read it. I knew plastic was a problem; but I’ll admit, I was ignorant about how MUCH of a problem. The Baggu site is terrific, full of information plus a fun interactive ordering page. You just pull down the color menu for each bag you’re buying and it will load the color onto the bag so you can see what you’re getting! Fun, right?

Sadly, it’s not just the grocery store that inundates us with plastic. A great deal of the plastic bags we bring home are recycled bags from all my thrifting trips. But the Baggu has me covered there as well. Many of the thrift stores I visit are short on plastic bags, so they appreciate the small effort on my part.  Most grocery stores will pay you to bring your own bag, so get ready to add up those pennies. See, saving the planet and saving some change. Why didn’t I think of this sooner? You all are ahead of me, right?

As you can see, IZ and I jumped on the “Bring your own Bag wagon” and after much negotiation, picked out six we could both live with using. The Baggu colors are terrific, we even found a few not too “girly”; so this amazing guy, who will actually grocery shop with me, is willing to carry them. I’m not sure I know what a “girl” color is, I just know that everything I’ve ever made has him feeling ridiculous about using. I promised years ago not to become one of those women who foist their outrageous purses onto their spouse while shopping, “Here, honey, hold this.” I think it was right after I said, “I will cherish forever” and right before I said, “I do!” That promise should probably extend to grocery bags, don’t you think? And since they don’t sport any advertising, I don’t feel weird about walking into a store. Call me silly, but I’ve always felt a wee bit sheepish hauling out a Costco bag at Safeway. Yes, that’s right, I shop at your competitor. Um. . .awkward. Anyhow, everybody’s happy. See, easy!

Needless to say, we are thrilled with our new bags. They are well made, easy to tote, and as a side benefit are a terrific deterrent to Alzheimer’s. Remembering to keep them in the car is pressing our gray matter in healthy ways. It’s probably the hardest part of using these bags. Not much of down side, when you think about it. Oh, sure, we get a few arched eyebrows from the checkers who discover that nylon is indeed slicker than snot, and using the self-checkout is tricky. But, then we were already getting silly grins for getting caught kissing on the closed caption cameras in the pharmacy aisle. At least we aim to entertain.

Which really leaves only one question. I Baggu, do you?