I’m giving a disclaimer right now that this particular post might not be acceptable for those with weak stomachs. It involves large quantities of snot.
Since I was quite young I’ve had slight allergies. It’s not really been something that has impacted my life much. I swell up a bit when I get stung by a bee, and the spring snifflies last a little longer for me. Like year round. When I was young my dad used to joke that he should’ve bought stock in Kleenex – that my very existence raised the price. I never found this very funny – not only was it a grown-up joke about investing, it wasn’t very respectful of my snot condition. I did end up repaying him in kind however. As a child I tended to be a little forgetful, leaving various watches, bracelets, toys, hairbrushes, and used Kleenex in odd places. I can remember stuffing wet handfuls of them into the little flip-top ash trays in the back of our family car. My parents would find them months later when they were sweeping out the car, completely hardened.
Eventually I learned (after arguments and guilt for years) to pick up after myself a bit better. My forgetfulness however, continued. I often forgot to bring tissues with me to school or on long trips. I learned to make substitutions – toilet paper, paper towel, napkins. I found that broad green leaves worked better than dried oak ones, but that even dandelion leaves could be used safely in a pinch (I was also allergic to dandelion pollen). I discovered that crinkling a sheet of notebook paper in your hands repeatedly for several minutes broke down the fibers enough to make it soft, almost the consistency of a hankie. I also learned how to spit accurately.
Due to my parents early injunctions not to waste and their fear of the amounts they spent weekly on facial tissue, I became an expert on using fully and re-using Kleenex. That frugality continues today, as does my attempts to remember to take tissues with me everywhere. I have gloves and at least one pocket pack of tissues in every coat I own. Every purse comes supplied with its own pack, whether I’ve used it recently or not. Nowadays I’m more likely to forget my watch in the morning.
I would like to be a little more environment-conscious, so I’ve been looking into tissues made from recycled materials. I heard a few rumors about CVS brand tissues being 100% recycled, though there was no word on how much of that was post-consumer. Also various large tissue brands make eco-conscious products, while eco brands like 7th generation have itchy, but more conscious, products. So far I haven’t tried any of these out, but this will give everyone some starting places for their own trials. First, my personal favorite, Kleenex. They make a ‘Natural’ tissue product that is 20% post-consumer materials. So, not high on the recycle-o-meter, but still something. So far though I haven’t seen them in local stores, so I haven’t been able to test the softness. Puffs comes up next as the second most well-known brand. Their online product list didn’t contain anything in the eco area though. Hopefully they will get on the ball with that soon… I did check out CVS tissue as well. Unfortunately only the boxes are 100% recycled. But hopefully they will be under pressure soon as well to come out with something more eco-friendly. The real 100% recycled hero here is Seventh Generation – at least 80% of thier facial tissue is made from post-consumer waste. And they do make some great products elsewhere. I still need to give them a test run though. In the end, the nose knows.
Allen Taylor said,
February 18, 2008 at 3:34 pm
I found your site on technorati and read a few of your other posts. Keep up the good work. I just added your RSS feed to my Google News Reader. Looking forward to reading more from you.
Allen Taylor
Shannon said,
February 18, 2008 at 5:04 pm
dear sister, I think you lied when you typed “slight allergies”. Just a thought. I didn’t want your readers to get the wrong perception, or those who actually know you to feel cheated. Just a thought. Also, you were HORRIBLE at getting the tissues into the trash can in your room. I know, I had to pick them up. Wet, or dry; it was my hand that deposited them in the waste bin. Gross, and I still hate thinking about it. yecht
Your Boyfriend said,
February 19, 2008 at 12:03 pm
THANK YOU, Shannon. Amen.
Stacey — hit the trash can.
Just for your readers edification, Stace and I went through 6 boxes of tissues in 2 weeks while we were sick. I claim killing of ONE of those.