Despite having like 5 boxes of Kleenex on reserve in my basement, I already swapped them out. Part of it was necessity because ever since my one year old has learned to climb on the couch and reach the Kleenex box, it became a play toy:

Nothing is apparently more fun that pulling out Kleenex one by one and laughing maniacally. I have yet to try it. So the Kleenex box got relocated to a top shelf in my living room:

So never fear, if you come over to visit and are morbidly opposed to reusable Kleenex, they’re still available if you need one.
He he he – if you’re tall enough to reach them! (Sorry Mom and short Sister).
Side note: This post keeps reminding me of the episode of “How I Met Your Mother” where they point out that Ted ALWAYS corrects people. And when Robin says, “Will you hand me a Kleenex?” he responds in a snooty way with, “Kleenex is a brand – THIS is a facial tissue.” Yeah, I definitely buy cheap off-brand facial tissues. It’s like the whole chapstick thing to me.
Anyhow, I’ve never really bought Kleenex until I had kids because I felt like I had to, just knowing that kids tend to let snot drip down their face since they don’t understand that whole, “suck your snot back up your nose” thing.
And honestly, we still barely use them. We have so many “kid” rags in our kitchen (near our main living space) to wipe off their sticky faces and hands that IF our kids were snot-fauceting (new verb), I would typically grab a kid rag and use that.
For myself, I would typically just grab toilet paper and flush it so it would break down in our septic tank and not go to a landfill. PLUS, if we did grab a Kleenex, I would typically throw them in my compost bin so they would break down and not go to a landfill.
But when you read other people’s zero waste ideas, they all use handkerchiefs and I thought, “Huh…that’s easy enough!” So…..I relocated some of our “kid” rags to become reusable Kleenex.
My one year old likes washrags and “kid” rags so much, that we asked for more for Christmas for him. He will just grab them and walk around the house with them. And socks. If he sees you with a wash rag, he would fuss until you give it to him. He would walk into the bathroom and fuss until you grabbed all the wash rags off the toilet rack and hand them to him. Kids are so weird….
Plus, we cloth diaper and cloth wipe him and nothing is worse than HIM trying to wrestle the cloth wipes out of YOUR hand while you’re trying to clean off his poopy bottom. There’s typically lots of fussing, struggling, and trying to reason, “But I’m doing this FOR YOU!!!” So we really needed some additional rags.
So I took some of his new rags, courtesy of my sister – thank you very much! – and I picked the white/light-blue ones and threw them in a pretty blue mason jar and set them on our behind-the-couch table:

I put the metal ring on for decoration, but the top is open – just like a Kleenex box. And despite my extremely longing desire to use my pretty blue mason jars (I will find a use for you some day!), I almost immediately swapped it out for one that had a wider lid so it would be easier to reach the Kleenex that are closer to the bottom.

So now, even though my one year old will still grab some of these rags out of the jar, I don’t feel as bad about stuffing them back in the jar as I did with crumpled, but unused Kleenex.
And it’s super easy to throw these in the wash when they’re used instead of sending them to the landfill or the compost. I personally like that it’s less trees cut down to make cardboard boxes and Kleenex.
Despite the fact that these rags are new and unused, I have high hopes to find some cute, vintage handkerchiefs at thrift stores to eventually populate this jar instead. For some reason, that’s a very romantic, nostalgic idea for me. I mean, there’s loads of handkerchiefs on Amazon and in stores, but I’d like to reuse what’s already in the waste stream.
Which is funny, because my dad has always carried a handkerchief that we would use when we were little and I can remember getting old enough and getting to a point where I was a little grossed out by using a reusable hanky. (I don’t think I ever said anything to him, but who knows what kind of snotty looks or comments I gave in all my teenage angst. So Dad, if you’re reading this and I ever offended you, my sincerest apologies.)
But, if handkerchiefs are good enough for Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan in “You’ve Got Mail”, they’re good enough for me. 🙂
























