I admit that I used to (internally) judge moms who purchased store-bought labels for their kids' clothing. Why can't you just use a marker, I wondered? Clearly that was before all permanent markers were absolutely, positively banned from our home forever. (And they were banned a few "art projects" too late, I might add.) So name stickers it is. Not only do I label all of my kids' clothes, hats, and gloves with Mabel's Labels stickers, but I've started slipping them into my own clothing.
I'll admit it: all of my cardigans, jackets, and technological devices are labeled with my last name and a little football. (I'd put a picture here, but now that I have an online presence as a fashion blogger I need to disguise my identity, right?) My black teacher-cardigans have been returned to me by middle schoolers more times than I care to admit.
Yesterday I left my parka in a classroom with my keys in the pocket. Classroom keys, car keys, house keys--all were a second away from being dumped in the dreaded Middle School Lost and Found*. Can you imagine the drama when I realized those keys were missing? But just before my beloved colleague dropped my coat into the pile of doom, he noticed the football name sticker and returned it to my desk. Day saved.
We've had a baseball glove go on adventures through the city and make it home thanks to a sticker, a friend, and a neighborhood listserv. And, not to brag or anything, but my kid was the only one to return from sleep away camp with MORE underwear than I actually packed. (Ew.) So, my fashion tip of the week: Name Stickers. . . they're not just for the kids.
I'll admit it: all of my cardigans, jackets, and technological devices are labeled with my last name and a little football. (I'd put a picture here, but now that I have an online presence as a fashion blogger I need to disguise my identity, right?) My black teacher-cardigans have been returned to me by middle schoolers more times than I care to admit.
Yesterday I left my parka in a classroom with my keys in the pocket. Classroom keys, car keys, house keys--all were a second away from being dumped in the dreaded Middle School Lost and Found*. Can you imagine the drama when I realized those keys were missing? But just before my beloved colleague dropped my coat into the pile of doom, he noticed the football name sticker and returned it to my desk. Day saved.
We've had a baseball glove go on adventures through the city and make it home thanks to a sticker, a friend, and a neighborhood listserv. And, not to brag or anything, but my kid was the only one to return from sleep away camp with MORE underwear than I actually packed. (Ew.) So, my fashion tip of the week: Name Stickers. . . they're not just for the kids.
*Future post: How gross IS the middle school Lost and Found. . . and can I shop there?