Last night, when we were lying in bed, my husband turned to me and asked “are we hippies now?” Granted, we were looking at homemade soap recipes at the time. It sparked a quick google search (in case you are interested, the Oxford Dictionary defines a hippy as: “a person of unconventional appearance, typically having long hair and wearing beads, associated with a subculture involving a rejection of conventional values and the taking of hallucinogenic drugs.”) As neither of us were high, we concluded we were not hippies. But we were starting to hallucinate – not due to illegal substances, due to starvation!
Going plastic free is like being on an extreme diet. We are finding that you have to be very organised and it feels like you have make everything yourself from scratch. As I am not organised, we often have days where there really is no food in the house. There is no popping to the shops to buy a loaf of bread, or cheese, or cereal, or pasta or really anything (I am salivating thinking of such foods whilst I munch on some celery). Starvation should be my motivation to become more organised but work, school runs, baby care, etc. seem to take up all of my days, making traipsing around the different farm shops difficult.