The recycling in my house was imposed by my kids.
If you want grown-ups to recycle, just tell their kids the importance of recycling, and they'll be all over it.
Thank you, yard sales, for being the perfect way to say to your neighbors: 'We think we're important enough to charge money for our garbage.'
Some trash is recycled, some is thrown away, some ends up where it shouldn't end up.
I spent my teens and early 20s shopping almost exclusively at thrift stores.
My father was in the paper recycling business back before they called it recycling.
We recycle everything in my house. I'm not into any particular organizations, but I'm doing my part and that makes me feel okay.
I'm a recycling obsessive.
Films go into vaults, art into museums, and music into halls of fame. Most fashion is worn for a few seasons and off-loaded into the recycling bin or, worse, some landfill.
I threw my TV out years ago.
Science has salvaged scrap metal and even found vitamins and valuable oils in refuse, but old people are extravagantly wasted.
I have to make a dress out of recycled materials for my kid's preschool 'Project Runway'-like assignment. I'm currently fusing plastic bags.
