For our upcoming trip to Utah, I decided it would be fun for Simon to have his own backpack to carry his stuff onto the airplane, since he gets his own seat and all. But if you think I was going to go buy one, you’re crazy. Micah and I dug through all the fabric we got from his mom last Christmas and found some appropriate pieces. Then I sat down and “designed” what I thought I wanted it to look like and how big it should be. It was kind of fun, even if I really didn’t know what I was doing. Micah took my sketches and made a pattern, and we got to work.Yesterday Simon and I went to Manhattan to get the buttons and buckles — the finishing touches — and we put them on last night as Simon (sort of) slept peacefully in the next room. I am pretty pleased with the results, even though you don’t have to look very closely to see a lot of crooked lines and the front pocket is somewhat crooked. It was challenging for me and made me realize I really can sew, even though I’ve never felt very competent with a sewing machine.
Simon has been really excited about this project for the few weeks that we’ve been working on it. Several times I’ve taken him to Goodwill or the dollar store to see if they had anything that we could use for the backpack. Usually he would get impatient with me halfway through and start dragging me towards the door. All I would have to do is say, “But Simon, I’m looking for something for your backpack,” and he would start dragging me the other way saying, “Backpack, backpack, backpack.” But by yesterday, when we were finally ready to test out the buckles on the straps before we sewed them on, he had lost interest. And this morning when I showed him the finished product, his response was, “Juice. Juice.” Not quite the enthusiastic reaction I was hoping for, but he still has a few days to realize the awesomeness of being able to carry your own stuff around.
Or maybe I’ll be the lucky one who gets to carry it around. My best laid plans . . . .