recycled carton

Our top tips for reducing your style

1. Reduce the amount of plastic products you costume. Let’s start with the obvious…stop using plastic bags. No more excuses. Just stop. You can also start to switch out other plastics you have around the home, start with something simple like swapping your plastic toothbrush to a bamboo one.  

2. Do you drink coffee? Or tea? All of those empty, lonely, lipstick stained cups are going into landfill. It’s time that you invested in a reusable coffee cup and save the world one sip at a time. Most good cafes sell them, some even offer a discount on your coffee…that’s a double win for helping the environment and your bank account.

3. Recycle. Now you may be thinking…duh we already know this one BUT we’re not just talking about recycling your milk cartons and cereal boxes here. We’re taking it to the next level! Repurpose! How you ask? Start small…that jam jar you’re feeling great about because you just put it in the recycling bin. Take a break from patting yourself on the back. Take it out of the bin. Wash it. Repurpose and reuse it. Now you’ve got somewhere to put that open bag of nuts instead of using a plastic ziplock bag that you’re going to chuck out after one use. 


Ginger and Mina

The 2 little monsters, lol. Each time I prepare the newspapers and the cartons for recycling, they don’t give me a break, lol.

Last night, I put the newspapers/cartons on the floor but I knew it’s not gonna be easy with them around, lol. Anytime I started to put the cord around the newspapers, Mina or Ginger jumped and grabbed the cord, so I played a little bit with them. Then when it seemed quiet, I continued and when I wanted to take the cord, I found Ginger behind me playing with the cord, lol. 

So today it’s manicure for Ginger, lol, every month I cut his claws but with Mina I will wait, I could do it already once but I go slowly with her, she isn’t used to it yet.

Thank you for your kind comments: @marauderfan, @retreatintoserenity, it’s  nice when I can make someone smile/laugh, glad the little ones make you smile. 

Thank you for the comments/smiley: @lunoday@marie2coeur, @simsoes@simtress.

And thanks to the others for the comments, flying hearts and reblogs.

Have a lovely Friday.


Die erste Ausgabe der FREIGHTZEIT ist da! Das Heft beschäftigt sich mit der Substanzveränderung von Güterzügen durch Graffiti. Des weiteren enthält das Heft ein Interview mit dem skandinavischen Gütermaler NOR, der uns seine Ansichten über Graffiti, Güterzüge und andere Dinge mitteilt. 

Zum Heft: Broschüre mit 68 Seiten, Rückenstichheftung, Umschlag 300g Recycling Karton, Innenseiten 100g Recycling Papier Blauer Engel, limitiert auf 50 Stück, handnummeriert.

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Finally the first Issue of FREIGHTZEIT is arrived. The magazine deals with graffitiart on freighttrains. In addition to that scandinavian freighttrain writer NOR is giving an interview and is talking about graffiti, freighttrains and other stuff. 

Details: Brochure of 68 pages, back stiching, cover 300g recycling carton, insides 100g Blauer Engel, limited to 50 copies, handsigned. 

Price: 9€ + postage

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Chapter 1: Yet Another Starting Line

Rating: T

Pairing: Akatani Mikumo/Bakugou Katsuki

Notes:  This work is, by and large, inspired by the @ask-protoheroes blog and is set in the same AU. Checking it out before, after, or during the reading of this fic is highly recommended.

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DIY crafts: PHONE CASE recycling milk carton

There’s these dried hashbrowns that come in little cardboard cartons, like milk for kids. You can get them at like Costco or other bulk stores. I know about them cause the military uses them.

they are magic.

Anything that you would want shredded potatoes for, you can use these. It’s shredded potatoes that have been dried (and maybe par-boiled? idk). All you do is open the carton (like you’re gonna drink it) and fill with hot water (minimum 120F, I have an electric kettle so I do that) and then close and let it sit.

You can use these to make hashbrowns, but I really like using them for other stuff. like latkes or casserole or tossing in soup. They’re PERFECT for things that involve frying, cause they come out perfectly reconstituted but not drippy.

And you don’t have to deal with the peels afterward. Just throw away or recycle the carton.

Made-to-Sell Tomato plants

“My friends and I grew over 400 tomato plants from seeds and sold them in recycled school lunch milk cartons we gathered from school, to raise money for 3 green causes. We had a blog, were on the news, my project even made it on an National Public Radio story. It was a lot of work but a lot of fun too.”

Olicity Fic: Surviving in Low Light

Here’s a story that’s – well, neither fish nor fowl.  Set after The Climb, so, you know, sad, (seven small sad parts), but then a self-comforting (longer 2 parts) and much happier ending imagining Oliver’s return.  Featuring the fern, and Felicity’s nascent efforts in botany, heavily.  Enjoy!  Be comforted! 

(Gawd I hope under-the-cut works here. Sorry if it doesn’t.)


Surviving in Low Light


The first time it was just practical- - Verne had gotten nicked by Mr. Kaboom Boomerang after all, and Roy was just about to tear off the dangling broken frond when Oliver had held up his wait-a-minute finger and, mutely, took a tiny blade from his boot and sliced the frond off, low, walking away with the cutting.   Roy paused his broom and raised his eyebrows at Oliver’s retreating back, but Felicity shrugged her shoulders and said, pointing at her own brows: “you’re gonna hurt someone with those things if you don’t learn how to trim’em when you’re young.”

The next day when she arrived two tiny ferns were sitting, potted neatly in a recycled egg carton, next to the big one.  Felicity was delighted.  “Did you do this?”

“Uh huh,” Oliver said. “Just needs to be pretty wet for the first week.”

“This, er, botanical knowledge…from Lian Yu?”

“No.  Gardener. Mom used to make me help him summers. As punishment mostly, but I kind of liked it.  I just dusted the cutting in rooting hormone – it should take under the lights here.”

“Rooting hormone. Who knew?” Felicity said, grinning. Oliver grinned back.


Two weeks later it was only three of them in the lair.  

“Woah, Ouch,” Roy said, wrinkling his nose when he approached.

“Hey.” Digg warned.  He looked from where he and Felicity were peering at her bank of screens trying to cross reference assassinations and mountain ranges.  “We’re all working here.” He put his hand on her shoulder and huffed,  “It’s not beauty hour, Abercrombie.”

Felicity pressed her hands over her day-four ponytail.  She pulled one of the two pencils she had tucked into her increasingly curly front hair and then, glaring at Roy, crossed out one location on the list in front of her and put the pencil right back in.

“Hey! I wasn’t…I wasn’t talking about her,” Roy said.  “I was talking about the plant.”

They all looked over at the fern and its fernlets, drooping like sad baby Groot in their dry egg-cup beds.  Felicity bit her lip and went back to the screens glowing bluely in front of her.  

When Roy and Digg left together later, she stood up and stretched.  She took a drink and then, pausing, walked over to Verne and dumped the rest of her water bottle into the big fern.  She refilled for the little ones, pressing her lips together while she watched the water stain their dry soil dark again. 

That night she took the cuttings home with her.  She kept them in her bathroom, where they’d be protected from the radiator heat that clanked on every day at exactly 5:20 in the morning.  They seemed to double in size in the shower steam, like her hair did.  This pleased the remote part of her that was capable of being pleased at this time.


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