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Ballet Bag

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Little girls and ballet lessons go together like little boys and superheroes. For each little girl who plies at the barre, there is a mother scrambling to keep up with the slippers, tights, leotard, tutu, hair brush, elastic and bows to costume her little ballerina in the mandated uniform. A ballet or dance bag is almost required.

When four year-old Laurel began what looks to be a long journey toward grace and poise, she carried this bag to the dance studio. Purchased as a durable, washable tote, it has been transformed from perfectly plain pink to pleasingly prissy. It has weathered that first year of lessons as well as several launderings. Laurel has just begun her second year and the bag still carries her gear.

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Grandma Bag

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When an unexpected opportunity to “take the baby” arises,  I like to be ready.  So rather than make the routine diaper bag transfer from Mama to Nana, I keep my own Grandma bag at the ready.

In my humble opinion, this home made cheerful carryall beats the plain Army green or khaki canvas so popular today.  Where’s the fun in plain olive drab?

Some might argue that it is the contents of the bag that are important, not the bag itself.  Well, hear me now and believe me later, this bag carries all the basics and more.  But if you are challenged to amuse a baby for 25 minutes in the doctor’s waiting room, I’ll betcha dollars to donuts that this bag will keep that little one quieter longer than the Army bag.

And my, oh my, the contents!  There are miracle products that make today’s grandmothers green with if-only-I had-had-this-when-you-were-a-baby  envy.  More on new (to me) amazing baby products later.

 

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Teepee Bags

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These little teepee bags, whose zippers are approximately 8″ long, were party favors for granddaughter Laurel’s 5th birthday, a My Little Pony/Unicorn party. Ignorant as  about all things Pony, this Nana was on a steep learning curve.  Only when Laurel became enamored of the hairy, rubberized little equines did I realize that I needed to check it out.  Continue reading