Just like kindergarten, kids are required to have multiple bags for elementary school. At my son's school, they don't just need a randoseru. They also need a music bag, art bag, and indoor shoe (known as uwabaki, oo-wah-baa-key) bag.
We bought the fabric on Saturday in Nippori and today, I got busy sewing.
My son, for some random reason, requested a reversible bag for his music bag and art bag. I never feel like a seamstress, but somehow, I am able to make up patterns and create something out of nothing. It must be genetic. My mom can sew anything.
In fact, I think my mother would have been laughing to see me sewing today. I was featuring crazy hair (it was raining and all my cowlicks were standing at full attention) and rocking out to John Denver. Well, laughing in a "that's my daughter" kind of way.
I'm amazed every time I hear schools "strongly recommending" mothers to sew these bags, and how few actually do. Typically the chore is pawned off on grandma, a seamstress, or simply purchased instead. It isn't that I think all moms should know how to sew or even that they need to make these bags. It is more that I view it as an honor to sew these things for my son and do everything I can to make it happen. In the end, it doesn't matter where a kid's bag comes from. I do think the schools should leave moms to make the decision and not pressure them into making something they really don't want to.
I finished one bag today and have 2 more to do. I should get the second one done tonight, as I'm almost finished with that one. I absolutely think my son will love them. I can't wait to see his face when he sees the finished product!
In 2017 my family headed to Tokyo. My husband had a new job and my son and I came along for the ride. This move was my second move to Japan - the first was for a year in 2002. At that time I was a single, recent college graduate. Moving abroad as a family was a whole different ball of wax. As I live this crazy life in Japan, I track our adventures and my observations, creating an unofficial guidebook to the city.
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