OMG, Janice, your started thread tells on me so bad!
I was just a young child when I was introduced into the world of frugality, as my mom was the queen of frugal. Clothes were mended, hemmed, altered... Halloween costumes were all homemade for us kids, and may I say we had some of the best costumes around! Whatever could be fixed, repaired, or pressed into service a smidge more, was. That was my mom.
I recall there being times when I was wanting to wash something in the kitchen sink, a cup, a bowl, whatever, and mom would pipe-up and say,
just a drop,
that's all that you need, just a drop, referring to the amount of dish detergent needed to get the job done.
Homemade everything in our house, drapes, curtains, clothing, toques, hats, gloves, mitts, you name it, and when it came to doilies and such, all homemade. Mom prided herself with such, and all of our quilts were homemade, as were the throws and afghans we used.
There was no such thing as tossing washables into the electric tumble dryer if the weather was nice and the clothesline was free, and dare any of us girls try (and we used to, LOL), mom was right there redirecting us with a pointed finger...
out on the line, she'd say.
Old towels, washcloths, shirts, socks... and when baby brother graduated out of diapers, all ended up in what mom referred to as the rag-bag, and dad was NOT allowed to pillage the rag-bag for anything. The rag-bag was in moms words,
OUT OF BOUNDS, LOL! For messy things such as checking the oil in the car, it was up to dad to find his own cloths and rags for that, and mom stood her ground on the matter.
I remember the smell like yesterday, mom just loved washing floors with a vinegar and water mix, she swore by it, but I can't complain, as our house was always spotlessly clean.
In the kitchen, Rubbermaid and Tupperware was moms best friend, so little in the way of foil and wrap was used in our house.
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Now, speaking for myself,
all the above, with a few added additions...
I practice rinsing out and reusing plastic bags, Ziploc bags included, and all are pinned up on the line to dry. As frugal as I am, I'll admit, seeing plastic bags hanging on my outdoor clothesline still strikes me as looking a little odd, even silly, but it doesn't stop me from the practice.
In the diaper days in our home, when the elastic waistband of a pair of rubber pants grew tired and lost stretch, I'd pin-fasten the pants on just like a diaper, to get every last stitch of use out of them that I could, and boy, did it ever used to drive my mom mad when she babysat! ROFL!