Second Life Stories
"If we can't reuse it, we refuse it."
Towel Twist
From room to sea
They started white, and soft on skin.
A hundred washes wore them thin.
Too worn to stay, too good to lose,
we dyed them deep, gave second use.
New cotton grows where land is dry
and drinks the rivers running by.
Two hundred thousand left to flow
in rivers that we'll never know.
The wardrobe holds them, folded tight,
they wait in teal, no longer white.
Take one. It knows the way to sea.
It's waited for you patiently.
Colored with Simplicol
Water Defender
From Bed Cover to Shower Curtain
I was a cover, no longer adored,
the high quality score, I did't meet anymore,
But with some color and creativity,
I became a shower curtain, full of vitality.
Cotton is so soft and nice,
But to grow it, water is the price,
Ten thousand liters per kilo, it's a lot to bear,
By reusing it we saved 50.000 L water with care.
Colored with Simplicol
Timeless Wood
From Mineral Crate to Versatile Treasure
In a dusty barn for fifty long years,
A Jamnica crate sat, forgotten by peers.
One of the last seven, saved from the flame,
Rescued and refurbished, never to be the same.
They took it to Rovinj, it couldn't believe,
The new life it was about to receive.
As a flower stand, night table, and even more,
It became a versatile treasure, now adored.
Echoes of Art
From Silent Witness to Modern Grace
I’m a vanity table, passed down with pride,
From artists whose secrets I’ve guarded inside.
Through mornings and nights, I’ve witnessed it all,
Untill my new owners heard my call.
Now the room’s centerpiece, painted anew,
Where elegance lingers, and artistry too.
An old soul revived, with history bright,
I stand as a legacy, cherished in light.
Colored with Tikkurila
Singular Treasure
From Old Charm to Unique Elegance
There was a unique and aged chair,
Weathered and its shine no longer there.
But we saw something grand inside,
Decided to give it a new life of pride.
Two weeks of effort,
We worked every day,
With patience and care,
To give it an exclusive wear.
MokAsh
We brewed our coffee with love and pleasure,
But it wasn't great for our health,
So we had to put it on the shelf.
Our beloved Moka became an ashtray.
It is the perfect second role,
For our old aluminium bowl.
