Posted by adiamondinsunlight on July 13, 2008
Sometime earlier this spring, H’s mother gave me a go-green canvas shopping bag – produced by local students in conjunction with Lebanon’s greenmarket, Souk el-Tayeb. When we moved here, H insisted on bringing it with us.
We can use it for groceries, he said.
Well, we haven’t used it for grocery shopping yet, and its such a big bag that I can’t really imagine being able to lift it if it were full of canned goods and quarts of orange juice. But we did find a much-needed role for it, as our laundry bag:
(Bala Nylon means “no nylon” – in reference to plastic bags, not hosiery. The Souk’s volume buyers tend to be wealthy and well-coiffed.)
The bag holds all our dirty clothes, and its easy for our launderers to locate when we return to pick up our clean clothes.
Hi, the woman behind the counter said with a smile when I walked in yesterday afternoon. Before I could reach into my wallet and retrieve our receipt, she was already moving towards the row of laundry bags to get ours. You’re the one with the Arabic, right?
I sure am :). And thanks to the bag and H’s name, which we’ve also put on our laundry receipts, we’ve learned that our launderers are North African. The proprietor is originally Moroccan, and her helper is Algerian.
Its a small world, even in New York – and its always nice to be known :).