I started sewing when I was 10 yo, I think. Mom took me to a local fabric shop in Fallon, NV where I learned to sew and stuff a pillow. 2' x 2'. I got to pick any fabric I wanted. (From the sale rack) in any pattern I wanted. (except the ones my mother sneered at.)
I picked a white fabric with concentric turquoise squares. Very geometric. Very 1991. If the fabric had a name, I bet it'd be called the Fresh Prince of Belaire.
The second sewing class I got was from the female version of Skeletor. Mrs. S. She was very very old and had no business teaching 7th grade girls in rural Missouri (which is where I moved in 1992).
Mrs. S. did know how to sew though. Like a champ.
She taught us to make boxer shorts. I made pink pig shorts and soccer shorts and sunflower shorts.
It was the year of shorts.
AND FOR FUN...
My favorite quotes from CUWP today:
- As writers are we "praise sluts"? [yes.]
- Stacy climbed through a window.
- Move everything below the "but". [When you hear this out loud, it's hilarious.]
- Sarita rode a chicken named the colonel. [This is not a metaphor. Wrap your mind around that.]
- Is that the word that means no penis? [the Indonesian word for this sounds a lot like "no thank" you, btw.]
- Do not make me call my flying monkeys. [something to tell little children.]
- Children left unattended will be given an espresso and a new puppy. [something to tell parents.]
- Chaos, panic, and disorder. My work here is done. [and...scene!]