Tales from the clothed with dignity project

My one rusty clothes rail has grown exponentially. Donations have poured in literally. Today, a lovely kind hearted solicitor asked me what we were in desperate need of. I said “baby milk”. He cam back shortly afterwards, balancing several cans on top of one another. What a star! I have recently had several discussions aboutContinue reading “Tales from the clothed with dignity project”

Stories of hope from a foodbank

The lessons I am learning from our clothing bank are that creativity is a good way to be able to help people. A pavement dweller asked me for men’s clothing last week and I didn’t have anything, but I asked if he read. “True crime” was the response, so I found him some lovely books. A woman came who asked for baby clothes. Again, we didn’t have any. But we did have a lovely great condition baby walker. So I always try to give people something.