Yan can cook...
Cis can't sew
Sewing is not my forte.
Never has been.. When I left home at
the age of 17... my mother had a cedar chest with many, many
unfinished projects.
And I am sure she must have thrown them
away after I left and wasn't returning.. Or used them for
dust rags.
It isn't because I was not knowledgeable in sewing. Having
to
suffer thru the 7th grade, 8th grade and I think there was a
half
semester class of sewing in high school.. The teachers tried.. oh,
did they ever.. After all .. every girl was a potential
homemaker.
It was written in the law of the land... Girls were to work
as store
clerks, beauty shops or secretarial work, until they got
married.
A plan that didn't work out well for me.
So most of those unfinished projects were probably from my
classes....as I think the only thing I did get out of all
that, was
one stinking apron.. that I not only finished.. but I
did fair to
midland job of it.
Now my mother.. she could knit up a storm.. Made the most
beautiful sweaters.. of which I still have. And sew, the woman
did beautiful work.. She sewed outfits for my brother and
I... and
herself.. don't remember her sewing anything for Dad.. Just
knitted
socks. She sewed
everything. My prom dress out of feed
sacks.
A beautiful combo of coat, purse, hat that was reversible
for Easter
one year, when I was a teen.. and I wore them with
pride. And
horse blankets and sheets as well.
My only accomplishment was western shirts. Made many for my
husband, Marv... for a dear friend Mac, and for my kids...
The last
one was a bone of contention... as I did one for my youngest
in a
pattern on the material of hippopotamus and elephants..
orange and
green ones... Found
out later, when she was an adult, it wasn't as
great as an idea as I thought. She became the great seamstress.
And making Misty a jacket type harness is not going well
either. And
she is a worse critic than my kids... but of course any
jacket is not to her
liking.. she stands like a statue in them.
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