Sewing Machine!

When I was in junior high, we were told that it was time for us to learn more about our roles in life. My attention perked up, but soon my spirits were dashed. Girls were told they had to take home economics and sewing; the boys could either take machine shop or mechanical drawing. That night I whined to my dad about it. He said, "so do both." I registered as the only female—ever, at that point*—to attend mechanical drawing. But I also took the required course in sewing, where I ended up being the worst student in the class. I think I hated it so much because I was being forced into a role rather than choosing it, but maybe I really was just bad at it. Well, now I am going to find out. In my efforts to challenge my 75-year-old brain, I am goig to learn to sew...at least a little bit. So here is the new machine I've bought for this adventure.

My first project will be simple, a tablecloth. Then I will begin a class that I hope will enable me to fix all my clothing that is torn or otherwise in need of repair.

*The next semester, 4 girls signed up for mechanical drawing and it snowballed from there.