Monday, April 25, 2011

hoping for bags and bags of ... bags.

I was recently invited to become a committee member for a humanitarian group. Their goal this year? To help people locally. By sewing stuff. Invitation accepted!


Several years ago I spent some time volunteering locally at a domestic violence shelter. So when we were brainstorming at our first committee meeting, the shelter immediately came to mind. We came up with the idea of “welcome bags” for children who enter the shelter. When a family first enters the shelter, Mom has lots of paperwork to fill out and lots of talking to do with the shelter staff. It can take a long time. Kids who enter the shelter will receive a welcome bag as soon as they walk in the door, filled with items to occupy their time while Mom sorts out the details of their stay.


Since this group has no budget to speak of, we came up with an idea for making the bags for free (aside from the cost of time and thread). We are sewing bags out of people’s donated jeans (or other pants made from sturdy fabric, such as canvas or corduroy). I designed two bags—one for girls, one for boys—made entirely out of denim for the project.


Girlbag


The girl bag uses the bottom half of each pant leg, the back pockets, and the waistband from one pair of jeans.


Boybag
The boy bag uses the bottom half of each pant leg, back pockets (or side cargo pockets—the committee chair’s cool idea), and strips of denim for the bag tie and back strap.


Boybagback


Here’s the simple two-layered back strap for the boy bag.


I wanted to make these bags as simple as possible to sew so even beginners could join in. And really, who doesn’t have a pair of jeans that have been hanging unworn in their closet for six, eight, or twelve months (or, for us clothes hoarders, two years)?


The bags will be filled with items that are age and gender specific. We’ll have bags for 2-4 year-old boys, bags for 12-14 year-old girls, and for everyone in between. Still in the planning stage, we’re not quite sure what will go in the bags just yet. Cheap, clever ideas are welcome.


Our goal is to sew and gather contents for the bags over the summer, and then present as many bags as we can to the shelter in the fall. Interested in joining in the fun? If you are, you could participate in a number of ways:



  • Sew bags (instructions available)

  • Donate denim or other sturdy fabric pants

  • Make toys to fill bags (we need toy makers and ideas for making small, inexpensive/free toys)

  • Gather supplies to fill bags (coloring books, crayons, pencils/pens, and journals to start)

  • Donate toward the purchase of items to fill the bags


I am so excited to be a part of this project. When I volunteered at the shelter, I remember the faces of children walking through the front door for the first time. It was heartbreaking. It didn’t matter their age—innocent preschooler or tough teenager—you could see it plain as day. They were scared. I believe these bags will help, even if just a little, with the first few moments of what could become a huge time of transition in their lives.


Really, these bags are just a little something. But to a kid who has just fled his or her home with nothing, for children who just left everything they used to call theirs behind, these bags will be something they can immediately call their own. I hope it helps. Even if just a little.


If you want to help—even if just a little—please let me know.



Friday, April 22, 2011

ALERT: Jackspeak

Me: "I need to call my mom."


Jack: "Why?"


"I dunno. I just do. I want to talk to her. I hope when you grow up, you'll still want to call and talk to me."


"I probably will."


"Well, that's good."


"Yeah, but you'll probably be all old. Like, laying down on the couch and, like, you know... just knitting or something."


"You're right. I probably will."


"Yeah."


"But will you still call me?"


"Yeah, I'll still call."



Monday, April 11, 2011

Three years.

Charlie1
Our little Charlie is three years old today. He’s been talking about his birthday for months. Well Charlie, today is THE day. You are three! We are all looking forward to a very special birthday dinner tonight, with each course chosen by the birthday boy himself. On the menu:



  • Macaroni and cheese

  • Butter beans

  • Green beans

  • Cinnamon bread

  • Ice cream cones


Mmm. Carbalicious.


I very clearly remember the day you were born. You came into the world like a tornado. But as soon as the winds of a terrifyingly fast labor died down, your personality reminded me of your dad—laid back, willing to bend (but not break), adventurous, fun, funny. You are all of those things, little one. But as much as you are like your daddy, there is a magic about you and your ways that is oh-so distinctly Charlie.


Here are a few things I learned about you this year.


You love being outside.

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Through every season.


Charlie3And not just the warm ones, either. Not even Jack
will stay out there in the snow with you for that long.


Charlie2You love helping me in the garden. (Thanks for the company.)


Your brother is your bestest, best friend.


Charliejack2You’ve told me so--especially in secret, when he is at school.


Charliejack1You can be sure that you are his bestest, best too.


Charliejack3Together, the two of you make messes that put Pig-Pen and the Tasmanian Devil to shame. Truly. It’s astounding. (And you guys are real life. Those guys are cartoons, for cripes sake.)


You are a bit shy.


Charlie6 I find your bashfulness to be quite adorable.
(This and final photo by our amazing picture-taking friend, Mike.)


You get sleepy at funny times, and in funny places.


Charliesleep2You’ll sleep before the other shoe hits the floor.


Charliesleep1You’ll sleep before you complete your final death-defying, pillow-jumping dismount.


Charliesleep3You’ll sleep before finishing the last Cheeto. (Now that is something I cannot do.)


You love anything sweet. Meaning sugar.


Charlie5 I should have never, never introduced you to chocolate.


You love to make people laugh.


From strategically placed flatulent noises to stripping down nakey for a fancy dance, evoking laughter in others brings you joy. You’ve even ventured into your own style of joke-telling:


Charlie: “Why did the water swallow a cow tummy?”
Me: “Um, okay. Why?”
“Because he ate strawberries!”


(You just can’t make this stuff up, folks.)


Charlie, every day you charm me. Every day. You are delightful. You are smart. You are independent. You are sassy. You are helpful. You are cuddly. You are friendly. You are endearing.


You are so loveable.


Charlie7
You are so loved.


Happy birthday, my sweet baby. We are so happy that you are ours. Sugar high and all.


Now, on to year four.



Monday, April 4, 2011

ALERT: Jackspeak

Jack and Charlie and I are sitting on the couch, trying to wake ourselves up after a long nap.


Jack: "Charlie, could you go get me my frog? The one Uncle Aaron got me from the aquarium? It's on my bed."


Charlie: "Okay."


Charlie climbs off the couch and wanders into their bedroom to find Jack's frog.


Jack: "You know, brothers are really good to have around."


Me: "They sure are, aren't they?"


"Yep."


"Hey Jacky, could you go get me my drink? It's in the kitchen on the counter."


"Okay."


Sons are really good to have around, too.