Why do we offer safe fabrics?

Please support those who are providing safer alternatives in a toxic world.


Why do we say we want to change the textile industry?  Why do we say we want to produce fabrics in ways that are non-toxic, ethical and sustainable?  What could be so bad about the fabrics we live with?

The textile industry is enormous, and because of its size its impacts are profound.  It uses a lot of three ingredients:

  • Water
  • Chemicals
  • Energy

Water was not included in the 1947 UN Universal Declaration of Human Rights because at the time it wasn’t perceived as having a human rights dimension. Yet today, corporate interests are controlling water, and what is known as the global water justice movement is working hard to ensure the right to water as a basic human right.(1) Our global supply of fresh water is diminishing – 2/3 of the world’s population is projected to face water scarcity by 2025, according to the UN. Our global water consumption…

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It’s arrived

While I’ve been quiet on this blog the past weeks, I’ve been busy elsewhere, including researching online possible vehicles for my next venture – life on the road.  Many and varied were the ones I considered, gradually eliminating those either way beyond my budget, or with reliability issues.

Finally it came back to good ol’ Toyota.  My current little car is a Corolla, as was my previous hatchback, and so it seems we form a good partnership.



So I last week I handed over most of my savings, and got this girlie in exchange.


My new home

The previous owners converted it from a wheelchair bus, to a camper for themselves, and had great enjoyment taking trips in it.  However, they’ve decided now to accept that their aging bodies would like more comfort when travelling, and so their camping days are at an end.   While I can go camping right away with it, for the longer term I’ll be doing a re-fit, for my particular needs.  Including getting an awning.

There has been much rain lately, and continues to be and any jobs will be fitted in around those conditions.

The next town along the road from here is Yambuk, and driving through there earlier this week, I saw a great deal of water.


Yambuk  flooded

While I’m happy to see the land finally get a good soaking, I do feel sorry for those who have to deal with the flooded areas, and am grateful that’s one thing I don’t have to deal with.  I’ve enough on my plate for now thanks, as I deal with disposing of my household items and personal treasures.  Parting with my books is the most difficult……  but on the other hand, I am looking forward to travelling and the nice adventures that will arise.

Regardless of what arises, this is the next step in my life.  And I’m not alone in this issue of homelessness, as recent National Radio programs attest.



Once upon a time, the government provided low-cost housing.  Not any longer – not in the quantity that is required.  Not when a woman rated as high need can be on a 4 year waiting list.  Yes, Australia, the Lucky Country.

Just don’t get old…….   http://www.abc.net.au/radionational/programs/lifematters/could-you-live-on-$400-a-week-fix-pension-poverty/7846444

Now to leave you with a pretty picture, and one of my favourite songsters. 🙂


Down the road

The time has come….

The Walrus and the Carpenter is a ‘non-sense poem’ by Lewis Carroll.  Somehow it seems appropriate to begin with it…..

Regular readers of this blog would have noticed that I’ve not been as regular in my postings this year.  Now it’s time to explain the situation. Or at least try to…..

When I moved to my current place in February of this year, it was to a small cottage on a dairy farm run at much less than capacity.  Some would say neglected.  I was happy with that state. My lease is with the Corporation who owns the property, and not with the manager of the dairy farm.  Shortly after moving here, I found out that all was not happy between those two parties, and weeks later, it came to light that a new manager was being sought.  Around the same time, a spokesperson for the Corporation, knocked on my door, and informed me that my lease would not be renewed as the new manager would require the cottage for a farm worker.  Yes I had a 12 month lease, but had hoped to stay put for a while longer than that, after all the changes I’ve endured recently.  It was most upsetting.  It also gave rise to a change in thinking about how and where I live, to avoid this all too familiar scenario as a renter.  (By the by, I’ve always had great references from any landlord so no faults found there)

Eventually I was able to discuss the matter with the Agent handling the lease, and was assured the visit I’d received was out of line, and she’d be dealing with it and not to be too concerned.  My fears were slightly reduced but I kept on doing some research just in case.

The new manager duly arrived, and he and his family are friendly and definitely caring of their livestock.  Not only dairy cows, but horses and most recently pigs!🙂 And he didn’t require me to move out.


Fred meets miss piggie

However……  in the process of bringing the property up to scratch, last week he brought in the contractor to spray the weeds.  Hmm…..  it’s now confession time to you about me.

Back in 2005 I was diagnosed with ME/CFS.  Later on I realised I also had linked MCS.

At the time I was self-employed as a gardener, and needless to say, I had to eventually give that up and accept a disability pension.  I won’t go into all the details, other than to say it completely changed my life.  Over the years, I’ve spent thousands of dollars in my search for wellness, or at least, some painfree days.  To that end, I have been reasonably successful, and can now at least live semi normally some of the time.  With care.

It then followed, I needed to move close to the coast in order to get air that was less polluted with chemicals.  On a limited budget I did the best I could, always weighing up the physical benefits with the social/psychological  aspects.  Four years later or so, here I am, once again faced with chemical onslaught.  This past week I had to evacuate from my home at short notice.  Luckily I had a friend in the region to stay with.  Once a day I’ve come back to look after the cats who have been shut inside the cottage, as I felt it less disruptive for them that way, while my dog is with me.  Due to wintry weather, the spraying has been disrupted, and not all of it has been completed.  The spray unit is parked within smelling distance of my place despite my request it be moved further away.  So even though the air coming off the paddocks are now less unsafe for me, I still cannot walk around outside without concerns of contamination.  Even with a face mask.  Sadly, it’s not going to be  one-off event, and so my time here is now limited.  I shall be applying to have my lease cancelled without penalty once I’ve set-up my next step.  Which will be life on the road.  I cannot face this constant search for a safe home any longer, so I’ll be a tortoise and take my home with me.  (On a side note, I have Moon in my Fourth House, and according to some, it has the effect of this constant shifting of where I live, so now I’ll just give in to it and stop fighting the inevitable.  My whole life has been one of shifting…..and not generally of my choosing.)

What I’d like to purchase is something like this little bus.  The reality of my finances depleted by the costs of previous moves, is more like this, which I’d have to refit to my requirements – no toxic materials in the interior.  Squeezing the two cats and dog and myself into it will need some very creative thinking :-)  By the way, I do have two tents, one very good, from my camping days, and equipment, so that’s always a fallback scenario.

Meanwhile, I’m taking it one day at a time.  Today, I’m able to be inside my home longer than previously, but won’t take the chance of sleeping here – not while the spray unit is in sight.  For some years now, I’ve been calling myself an Environmental Refugee, even though it doesn’t yet fit with the current definitions – but given the massive market in extremely harmfull chemicals, more people are finding themselves in a similar situation and speaking up about it.  One active group in raising awareness is March Against Monsanto.

So there, in a rather large nutshell, is the situation.  I’ll just have to keep looking forward and trust…….


Looking forward