Many of us longtime cheapskates and packrats didn't even know we were playing, and yet here we are, way ahead of the game. Those ratty clothes we held onto long after they were no longer stylish - they're now called "vintage." Our mismatched chairs, plates and silverware have "eclectic charm," and our chipped and paint-faded furniture is now "shabby chic."
I love that hanging your clothes outside to dry on a line is no longer a sign to your neighbors that you can't afford a dryer. I'm tickled that driving a small car is now admired, not pitied. Still, I'm not quite ready to buy into daughter Celeste's argument that a couple of goats would be more green than a lawn mower, or my husband's countersuggestion that we not mow at all.
There are different shades of greenness. I expect we fall somewhere around a light sage.
After Celeste and I moved the recliner out to the porch, then covered it with an old cloth shower curtain, we stepped back to assess how it looked.
"It looks lonely," she said.
She helped me drag a not-quite-as-stained chair, an orphaned ottoman and a seen-better-decades coffee table out there to join it.
It was a far cry from the vision I once had for our porch. I'd wanted to tile the floor and paint the pillars and hang ceiling fans. Maybe a built-in fire pit. Still, this looked comfortable and inviting. And it required just a smidgen of labor and didn't cost us a cent.
Perhaps we're not really green. We're just lazy and cheap.
Karin Fuller can be reached via e-mail at karinful...@cnpapers.com. Her columns can be easily accessed online through her blog at thegazz.com.