Okay okay, I know what you’re thinking…it’s not even been two weeks since Landis had a baby and her conviction for cloth trumping paper has already flown the nest. Well, friends, the story isn’t as extreme as that, but I did feel it deserved a little confession.
It’s been more than a year since I ditched paper towels and switched our kitchen operations (you know, cleaning, cooking, etc) over to cloth napkins and super-absorbant kitchen towels. It’s been a great success and we’ve saved quite a bit because of it. I wash dirtied towels about twice a week and haven’t once looked back to the paper products isle…
…until last week.
Hubby and I arrived home with Baby Everett last Monday and what was it that I sent Hubby to Target for merely 24 hours later? Yes, friends, paper towels. Yup, you read that correctly. Hubby and I were both in shock at the request — he asked twice if I was sure, and I was, so let me explain.
In preparing for Baby Everett’s arrival we didn’t go so far as to purchase diapers and wipes. Wanting to start off with the same items we’d use in the hospital, we decided to stock up once we knew more. The plan was going along smoothly until we ran out of those paper wipes the hospital sent us home with — you know, the kind that look suspiciously like thick, giant, square paper towels. The hospital recommended using this type of product wet with only water for the first two weeks we were home with Everett.
So, there went hubby, off to Target to purchase paper towels in lieu of baby wipes. He must have felt guilty because he splurged by purchasing Seventh Generation. Sure, I could have cut up a few cotton towels into baby butt-size portions, but I’m not quite there yet. Down the road, perhaps, especially once our routines are a little more established and I’m not as sleep deprived!
Tell me, friends, have you tried living paper towel-free?
(Image: Landis Carey)