Ah, home economics class. Seventh grade, 1965.
Never ever put pins in your lips/mouth.
Sewing gathers is kind of fun; especially when you get to pull on the one thread.
Basting is boring and really pretty useless.
Patterns tear easily and like to fight back.
Zippers are horrible to put in.
Seventh grade girls are just plain mean especially when sitting around sewing by hand.
I don't know how I ended up at a table with a group of girls who thought the class was called "torment Rita."
Like I said, I was shy and withdrawn and never fought back. I won't mention their names but I remember them well. Their hands weren't idle but it didn't keep their mouths shut.
Now that makes me wonder about all the stories that were told, and possible feelings hurt, when the ladies all got together for a quilting bee.
And yes, I always put the pins in my mouth. I've never choked on one but I still can hear Mrs. Evan's voice.
Did you have home economics? Or perhaps wood shop? What did you learn?
My sister tried to take shop and the school wouldn't let her. They even called our mother in to complain. Mom said to let her do whatever she wanted. That was in the 1950s.
Isn't it amazing how one small memory leads to another and another and another...
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