The last few years my boys have used cute personalized (with iron-on names) unbleached cotton bags for their gym gear. They were a much-loved gift from a relative but this year would hardly even fit their new and much larger sneakers let alone their t-shirts, shorts, and socks. Off I went to the fabric store where I found football jersey fabric in the blue and gold school colours. The men in my life looked at me askance and did not even remotely share my enthusiasm. They thought, I could tell, that I was going to saddle them with geeky frilly yucky bags. I perservered, undaunted. I took my time planning things: A roomy back pocket for shoes with room for future growth spurt sizing (how big are their sneakers going to be by grade seven????), a front pocket for clothes, draw string carry straps, and a band across the front on which to stitch their first initials and last names. 
It took me one night to stitch the bags together and the next night to embroider their names. Finished the day before their first full day of school. And they like them!"Hmm. They're actually nice bags. Cool even," said my husband, who had stuck up for my boys earlier saying that if they didn't like the bags he reserved the right as their y-chromosome parent to help them find something suitably masculine.
"I know," enthused my G-man, pictured at left holding his yesterday. "They don't even look like Mumma sewed them, do they?" (I think he figures they look store bought or professional in some gym bag capacity. That's how I'm choosing to take that comment at any rate.)
And I know my Book'em liked them because he walked around wearing his, grinning at me with a six-year-old's gap-toothed smile.
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