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10 Impactful Ways To Recycle & Repurpose Used Clothing – re-post


It was pretty awesome to see my good old Mexx suit at the small cloths shop in my neighbourhood couple of weeks after I put it in this box:

It served me well and it is now earning money for a shop owner. It feels good to see commodities continue their lives.

Among retailer, H&M offers discounts to those who bring used clothes for recycling. There is a growing number of retailers joining the cause of recycling. Check them out in your area.

In Chisinau, I used to donate clothes through a programme developed by Diaconia, diaconia.md, which regularly reports on the charity impact it has and the number of beneficiaries who enjoy the donated clothes and commodities.  http://mobi.protv.md/stiri/social/garderobe-pentru-cei-nevoiasi-in-10-localitati-din-moldova-hainele—1870261.html

If you are looking for ways to repurpose your clothing, this article offers quite a number of options:


Where there’s a will, there’s a way, including a staying green way :).

Why I am not letting go of baby clothes


Reading http://www.elizabethstreet.com/living/letting-go-baby-clothes made me think beyond clothes, or rather thinking of baby clothes as symbols.

When visiting friends or going out my child does not act her age. In the most positive way possible. All think she is much older. She is a role model at the school. She is mature and wise beyond any of our would-like-to-believe-experienced lives. I like to believe it’s her name and its meaning and a bit of my genes J.

Yet with me, my child has an amazing ability to preserve that baby touch, feel, look and outlook. She cuddles at my chest with the same baby softness and gentleness  a breastfed baby does. I cherish tremendously every single moment of this travel into not so recent past. Our morning and bed time routines are treasures both of us will preserve for a life time and beyond.104821446

I had to grow up fast, given my childhood circumstances. I started walking at 9 months, talking, feeding and dressing myself at 12 months. I knew I have no one to rely on. There few traces of my childhood: couple of black and white pictures of a girl who looks too serious for her age. No toys, no baby cloths, no children books or drawings. It creates a void.

First unconsciously, now fully consciously I am filling in this gap with safekeeps. My special baby’s cloths have their shelves in my dressing room. Toys she outgrew go into special boxes. Most treasured little things she owned or touched or received from me and dear ones are in a special “treasures case”.

One might think you need a lot of space for it. Not at all,  I have to say. I was amazed by the amount of things we gather, collect, keep or simply forget we have when we moved house. It’s easy to trade the space absorbed by old, unnecessary, insignificant things  with room for cherished treasures you know will last for generations to come.

Undoubtedly, not every single piece of clothes are keepers. Especially knowing there are little ones who need them in view of their circumstances. Together with my kid we go through her clothes and decide together which piece stays for different special reasons: her first blue jeans, her first hoody, her first dress, or sun hat….. Plenty remains for the single mothers shelter we support. We both, thus, embrace the feeling of gratitude and solidarity, without letting go of any baby feels, touches and love, for a lifetime and beyond.


Couple of years ago I contributed to a “Gold Book of Solidarity” written by thousands of employees of an International Corporation, part of a social corporate responsibility campaign. Although it was circulated internally only, it might be worth sharing it further.

I can tell the difference between words and deeds. But I strongly prefer to keep deeds as anonymous as possible.


Two characters became my inspiration: an old man and an old woman of a typical kind we notice, or pretend not to notice, on our streets. The old lady was begging humbly on a side-walk. The poorly dressed old man was slowly making his way down the street when he noticed couple of coins dropped by somebody three meters away from the begging lady…. He picked them up with a visibly painful effort. I asked myself what would he do: he looked like he might need it. He continued his walk, approached the begging lady and … put the change into her hand. People were rushing up and down in the middle of a busy day and his gesture remained anonymous.

Isn’t that an admirable example of human solidarity?!,I asked myself. It shows that sharing is not that difficult. We, and I am no exception, often use the excuse of a busy agenda, many commitments to be met. One has to acknowledge that on our road to achievements and performance, many perks come with success we achieve, positions we gain, partnerships we conclude, businesses we engage in.

“Cope with all the above and help those in need? When, how, why?”, i can hear the busy mind scream. “Personal achievements and social responsibility are not contradiction in terms”, my heart would respond. It can be a go-together if one takes the perspective that what matters most is harnessing the power of those successful and bright (or more privileged ones) to make the world a better place. How? Merely a couple of suggestions:

Orphans: help one upon his/her entry into grown-up life with a monthly scholarship to acquire education or skills and get a chance for a better life.

Thousands of elderly whose sons and daughters flew abroad in search of a better life: donate the price of a dinner with friends in a restaurant for the simple joy of a hot meal delivered for a week to their lonely homes.

Large and disadvantaged families: empty your closets of clothes which are not en vogue this year.

A neighbour facing an eviction due to a clerk’s mistake: help with free legal advice.

It’s not that time consuming, is it? And most of all, it is rewarding: “give and it will be given to you”.

Bring a smile on a face and enrich a life, your life.

Let’s continue to write together the Golden Book of Solidarity, with love and beauty.

Gold Book of Solidarity