When Petit Fernand approached me and asked me to try out some of its personalised clothing labels, my initial thought was that I probably don’t need name labels for an almost two-year-old child. Those sorts of things are for children who are going to school, surely? But I was wrong. It turns out it is very useful to have name labels for a toddler. Mostly because they leave their stuff EVERYWHERE!

First and foremost, I labelled the J’s shoes, coat, hat etc. for when I take her to the childminder. That way, if something gets left behind (likely) or taken home by someone else by mistake, it is obvious who it belongs to. Those readers who know me well might be aware that I can be a little bit possessive about my things (and now the J’s things). It stems from lending people rubbers and pencils at school and then never getting them back. I like to know where my things are and I get very stressed when I can’t find something or lend something and don’t get it back within a reasonable time frame.

Labelling the J’s clothes reminded me of when I was at university and I decided to put a little blob of pink nail varnish on the underside of the handles of my saucepan set. In the second year, one of the girls I lived with had a very similar set. When we moved out and were sorting out our belongings she was adamant that a particular saucepan was hers. She could be very persuasive and I almost gave in to her when I remembered my nail varnish. I looked underneath the handle and low and behold there was a little blob of pink. Ah ha! I very smugly took back my saucepan.

So, I was pleased to be able to indulge my mild-OCD habits by labelling most of the J’s clothes and shoes. I also realised part way through the labelling-fest that I also had some ‘item’ labels too, so I have now labelled all of her drinks bottles and cups – again useful at playgroup when most of the kids have similar cups. I also think that name labels are a good tool for the J, because every time she has a drink, gets dressed or puts on her shoes, she is looking at the label and seeing her name. Plus, the picture and bright colours catch her attention. While she is far too young to start learning to read, it can’t hurt to get her used to seeing her name written down.

I also lent a bag of baby clothes to a friend the other day and rather than write out the J’s initials on the washing label of each item, I just stuck on a name label. It saves any awkward conversations when the time comes to return the clothes and you aren’t sure who lent you which items and what belongs to whom!

I tried out the starter value pack from Petit Fernand, which gave you a mix of stick-on labels and iron-on labels. Both types were quick and easy to apply. The starter value pack has 20 stick-on clothing name labels; 20 iron-on clothing name labels; 10 stick-on item name labels; 10 stick-on shoe labels; and 20 stick-on item name labels.

My favourite thing about these labels was that they could be personalised with a small image (we chose a unicorn obvs!) and then different colour schemes and patterns. I designed these for the J, but it would be fun to do this with an older child – giving them a say in the image and colour choices.

My only criticism was that while you could change the colour scheme and pattern, you could only choose one image for each different label in the starter pack. It would be nice to be able to choose 4 or 5 different pictures to go with the different designs as there were so many cute ones to choose from!

Having used these labels for a couple of months, they have lasted well and retained their ‘stick’ – they haven’t faded at all. At £22 for 80 labels the starter pack is excellent value for money and gives you everything you need for one child. Petit Fernand also sells packs for nursery, school, holiday camps/school trips, as well as personalised water bottles and lunch boxes.

Disclaimer: I was given a starter value pack of labels from Petit Fernand in return for writing an honest unbiased product review.


Dear Santa,

I’ve been a really good girl this year – honest. Well, it depends on your definition of ‘good’, but I have squeezed a small person out of my nunu (polite word for vagina) and kept her alive for the past 10 months (‘her’ being my baby and not my nunu, obviously). Please may I have the following:

1. Sleep

If you’ve read my latest blog post, ‘Why everything my husband does it wrong’ you will know that number one on my Christmas list this year is sleep. So, please Santa let me get some sleep over the festive break. A few early nights and perhaps a 7am wake up, rather than 5 or 6am. Please let the J sleep through the night, every night. Maybe even give me the odd afternoon nap? Perhaps after I’ve had a few glasses of wine with my Christmas dinner? Thanks in advance.

2. Some ‘me’ time

I would really like a bit of time to myself. Not time to do chores or time to find freelance work (fairly high on my agenda, seeing as I am currently not earning any money) or even time to write my blog. Actual me time where I can paint my toenails, dye my hair, pluck my eyebrows or just sit on the sofa in peace with a cup of tea (or wine) and a trashy magazine. That would be wonderful.

3. A date night with Grump

We ask both each set of parents to babysit quite often, but it is always for events with family and friends. I would really like some quality time with my husband. It feels like we are two ships passing in the wind at the moment and we could do with a nice meal out together (something we used to do all the time pre-baby). If you could throw in some Prosecco that would be fab. There’s nothing better than good food, good wine and a bit of flirty banter.

4. No more sicky babies (or mummies)

I’m asking for this one for my mummy friends as well as myself. All of our babies have been through the mill with coughs, colds, sickness bugs and chest infections. We could do with a break. I know it comes with the time of year, but could you please give us a couple of week’s respite. It would be lovely to have a non-sicky Christmas. Plus, we are all fed up of quarantining our babies and having to stay at home feeling miserable. We want to socialise and feel human again. Dealing with a sick baby breaks your heart and is also knackering. The winter vomiting bug was like the worst hangover you’ve ever had times 100. Without being too graphic, things came out of both ends pretty violently. Not fun!

5. Less poo-scapes

I am fairly adept at changing nappies now. I’ve got to grips with the smell and the fact that my child wriggles like an eel in oil whenever I try to change her. I can cope with her crawling away mid change and I can even cope with the leaky poos that go all over her clothes. What I’m struggling with is when she’s done a solid poo that escapes and I have to pick it up off the floor or from my leg. It’s like a miniature (sometimes not so miniature) adult poo and I have to touch it. Seriously?!? Even with a tissue or plastic bag it makes me retch. Please Santa, can you keep her poos inside her nappy? Use some of that special Christmas magic. On the other hand I could just stop buying those cheapo nappies from a certain superstore and shell out the extra for Pampers. **Long sigh….**

6. Macbook Pro

Santa, I don’t know if you are aware, but all Apple products are a zillion times more expensive than other brands. Now that I’ve started a blog and I am trying to launch a freelance journalism career, I feel like I do NEED one of these. The trouble is they cost about £1,000 (sooooooo expensive when you are not yet in gainful employment). I know what you are thinking. I could just buy a normal laptop for half the price, but I want to use Adobe software on it, plus I have been using Macs at work for the past 10 years and I just don’t get on with PCs anymore. If you could just send a shiny new Macbook Pro 15in down the chimney, I’d be most obliged (we don’t have an actual chimney, but you know that already, you crafty old man).

Seeing as I imagine Santa won’t be bringing me anything off this list, I’m hoping that my family/Grump will read this blog post and take a few hints about my Christmas wishes (mostly just the Macbook and sleep). Saying that, I spent most of my childhood asking for a pet rat for Christmas and that never happened. Thanks a lot Mum!

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