My in laws gave me the best baby gift ever: diaper service. I put out a bag of dirties on Monday morning, get a bag of powder-scented diapers in return and repeat the process ad infinitum (or until baby is potty trained, you know). That's what most of our moms did in the 70s, too, so it makes me nostalgic to thump a white bag on my porch of a spring morning.
But sometimes I'm short a few diapers at the end of the week, so I fill in with disposables. Not any more! I bought a dozen unbleached double-fold diapers ($28 at a local store), stitched some bright red lines on the ends to distinguish from the diaper service ones, and I'm feeling good about my eco-footprint.
Also on the clothesline are my nifty Amish-made clothespin-roundy-thingys which are wonderful for socks, rags, napkins, and, as here, baby wipes. I used to make my own baby wipes with paper towels, baby oil, warm water, yaddah, yaddah, but just before Ben was born, I had a conversation with my grandmother:
me: What did you use to wipe poopy babies, Grandma? Grandma: Little washcloths. I kept a stack on the changing table. me (surprised): You mean, you used dry washcloths? Grandma (surprised in turn): Well, no, I kept a little basin of warm water there too. The bathroom was around the corner. me (wheels turning): I see. Thank you. . . .
So I cut up some soft squares of fabric and ran a zigzag around the edge. Now when I need a batch of wipes, I just make them the right dampness with plain water and put them in a lidded leftover container. Nothing else. We dispose of them in a little lidded container next to the changing table and about once a week, I wash them with the diaper covers and (now) a few cloth diapers.
I am a wife and mother of two. I am a stay-at-home mom, a Mennonite, and a city dweller. I like to make things (see the blog categories below). This blog is a record of what I make and the ways I try to be thrifty. Welcome!
"Thrift is the really romantic thing; economy is more romantic than extravagance...thrift is poetic because it is creative; waste is unpoetic because it is waste...if a man could undertake to make use of all the things in his dustbin, he would be a broader genius than Shakespeare."