Here are some miserly snap-shots of my family, vacationing together.
My youngest sister arrived late at night, and said she knew she'd arrived at the right place "when I saw the family napkins."
These were a set of cloth napkins I "embroidered" (using a tight zig-zag stitch on the machine, not by hand) as gift for my mother many years ago. These napkins have gone on vacation with us every summer since then; when my mom passed away, my middle sister inherited the job of bringing them along. We use them at every meal (no buying paper napkins, of course), laundering them as needed. It's been fun adding new names as we welcomed new people into the family.
If you like this idea but don't sew, fabric paint would work.
My middle sister hunted for two days for a way to recycle cardboard here in Teton Village. She finally found a recycling bin, supposedly for the entire village, that is probably big enough only for one house. It's probably only for plastic. There is much consternation in our family.
My dad tells us he bought his first new suit in 30 years, after the cuffs on the old one started fraying. "But," he added, "I realized that I've shrunk enough that I could get a tailor to turn up the hem on the old suit. So now I have TWO suits!" My dad's new lady friend, a very stylish woman, confesses that she loves the old suit and prefers it to the new one.
My brother-in-law, a carpenter, designed a backpack that I just love. Here are two pictures of it. It's made from one pair of jeans and a shoe lace.