This weekend, I will begin my journey as a bag lady, selling the Thirty-One bags I have been enjoying so much over the past two years. I use the bag lady moniker affectionately - every bit of this experience so far has been positive and encouraging and has exceeded my expectations.
I joined Thirty-one because I love the bags and I love to organize, but also because it is a Christian company. I was hoping for not just some fun accessories and pocket cash, but a shot of positive energy as well. I am at a crossroads in other parts of my life, and despite the fact that I am far from a direct sales kind of girl, this path appealed to me.
And so on Sunday, I will set up my bags (yet another organizer!) at my next door neighbor Julie's house and share them with whoever stops by. No long speeches or heavy duty sales pitches - I've been to enough home parties where I've paged through the catalog looking for something - anything! - in my price range to not want to put anyone else through that. Instead, I will go for a twist on my guest lesson philosophy - where are your organization weak spots, and what do I have that can help? If we can help each other out, great. If not, I'm happy to enjoy the company and the conversation.
And admire the bags I have come to enjoy so much.
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Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Bag Lady
I am a bag lady.
Last summer, a colleague from work began selling Thirty-One bags. Until then, I was able to suppress my addiction. Now, however, I fear that the monster has been unleashed.
It's not Heather's fault. Over the years I have accumulated enough canvas bags in varying sizes, shapes and depths to carry home at least a month's worth of groceries. Most of these I have not purchased. I've received them as gifts or laden with materials at conferences I've attended. I've tried to weed through them and thin the supply, but so many of them bear logos that I don't know where to recycle them. I keep a supply in the back of my car, and a stash in the closet at work, and still, I have a surplus.
As I typed this blog, it occurred to me that someone must be able to use these treasures - that a web search could yield someone somewhere who could use what I could not. So, I duly typed in the question: "where can I recycle canvas tote bags?" I hit "search," awaiting my solution with bated breath, but alas, a solution did not appear. Instead, I got a list of web sites selling tote bags made from recycled materials. Not. Helpful.
The weekend before last, I attended another Thirty-one party. I knew I should stay away, yet I didn't. Unlike the freebies filling my drawer at home, these bags are pretty and functional. And I can choose not only the style that suits me, but also the fabric my bags come in so that I'm not only organized, but coordinated as well.
But I'd really love to live by the "one in, one out" principle of organizing, so if you know
anyone who could use a few good canvas bags, let me know. They're free to a good home.
Last summer, a colleague from work began selling Thirty-One bags. Until then, I was able to suppress my addiction. Now, however, I fear that the monster has been unleashed.
It's not Heather's fault. Over the years I have accumulated enough canvas bags in varying sizes, shapes and depths to carry home at least a month's worth of groceries. Most of these I have not purchased. I've received them as gifts or laden with materials at conferences I've attended. I've tried to weed through them and thin the supply, but so many of them bear logos that I don't know where to recycle them. I keep a supply in the back of my car, and a stash in the closet at work, and still, I have a surplus.
As I typed this blog, it occurred to me that someone must be able to use these treasures - that a web search could yield someone somewhere who could use what I could not. So, I duly typed in the question: "where can I recycle canvas tote bags?" I hit "search," awaiting my solution with bated breath, but alas, a solution did not appear. Instead, I got a list of web sites selling tote bags made from recycled materials. Not. Helpful.
The weekend before last, I attended another Thirty-one party. I knew I should stay away, yet I didn't. Unlike the freebies filling my drawer at home, these bags are pretty and functional. And I can choose not only the style that suits me, but also the fabric my bags come in so that I'm not only organized, but coordinated as well.
But I'd really love to live by the "one in, one out" principle of organizing, so if you know
anyone who could use a few good canvas bags, let me know. They're free to a good home.
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