I am an avid label reader. Food and cosmetic ingredients, and clothing material and care. I am constantly verifying if a food or product is “safe” to eat, toxic to my body or skin, or particular guidelines for washing/drying a piece of clothing.
I’m okay with including helpful information on labels. I believe labels do help a consumer stay informed. It’s the kids’ clothes’ labels I take issue with. While many clothing companies have removed the label at the back of the neck, and then like to call it “tagless,” they simply have replaced the neck tag with a tag further down on the inside torso part of the chest. Certain apparel companies (I won’t name names <cough> Abercrombie and Hollister) now include a whole three separate labels with every possible language, and then the different languages are not all kept in the same section, it’s sectioned off by “purpose” (i.e., care instructions, country of origin, etc.). And if it’s an item that has gone totally tagless, look out! The tag(s) has been replaced with what looks like an entire novel written on the inside. And sometimes this writing disappears over time due to wear and washing.
I know, I know, why would I be so anal about labels on the kids’ clothes? It’s not the end of the world if the boys scissor off a label or if the care instructions are washed away, but I have my reasons. I like to keep labels on clothes. Mainly referring to my kids’ clothing items, I like to be able to see the size at a glance. Do you know how fast my boys grow? Since I have two sons, I will sometimes keep the older one’s outgrown clothing for his younger sibling (aka hand-me-downs). And I pass down items that both my boys have outgrown to our little nephews. Now don’t you think my sister-in-law appreciates a quick indicator of size when she has to go through bags of clothing we’ve passed on? I know I always liked having a visible label to be able to see the size on anything handed down to my kids from their older cousins. And nothing I had to dig for within the shirt, and nothing that had been so washed away that I could no longer tell if it was ‘S’ or ‘M’. Hey, it can make a difference.
So I’m not sure who came up with this whole tagless concept. If it was a mom who cared about her child’s skin getting jabbed by a pesky tag, I get that, but I wonder if anyone thought about the consequences I just described. Maybe they simply didn’t foresee the cons of going “neck” tagless, or perhaps they really didn’t care.
The whole “tagless” argument is not a big issue, obviously, I mean, there are sooo many other things in this world that are big issues. But I figure since the whole theme of my blog is “cranky,” every now and then I should include a cranky pants post about the little annoyances in life.