I love this bag. I got it at B & N the last time I was in there. I keep it in the car with the rest of my collection. I can't tell you how many times I've gotten out of the car, started into a store and had to return to the car to grab my bags.
I think that's not because I'm getting older it's because I'm torn between helping the environment and helping the food pantry.
The bags that stores give me I save, fold and drop off at the food pantry for them to fill with food for the hungry.
So, I've narrowed this dilemma down to these suggestions for myself. Self, when you go to the food store, tell the bagger to pack some things in paper but put what they would normally pack in plastic, into my recycled bags.
I have a wonderful collection of bags, two big ones with Frida's face on them. It's funny because I used that one the for the first time I went into the hospital for foot surgery and the person at the Registration desk noticed it and loved it. Then I was back in six months for the second surgery with the same bag and she looked at me and then looked at the bag and said, "HEY, I remember you!" Well, she didn't really she remembered the bag. By the time I went in for the two knee replacements we were old buddies.
I have some wonderful cloth bags that my quilting buddies have made and given to me. One sports the bare butt of a Scotsman standing on the hillside as his kilt is blown up in the breeze. That's a treasure. One bag has the beautiful picture of a quilt that my buddies made to raise money for Holly House, a transition house for women that are homeless to help them get back on their feet.
I love my Target bags, I like the bright red and their Icon. I have a patchwork quilted bag that the Ladies of Tuchula, MS made for me from their small cottage business.
I love my bags. They ride around in the car with me. But their purpose is to carry STUFF. I'm cutting waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back on acquiring STUFF.
So, I guess I will have to start a formal rotation of the bags, for use. I will have to close my ears to Frida's wails that she is of no use to anyone. Her turn will come again.