Do you remember when you learned to sew? I think the first time I was allowed to use a sewing machine was when I was about seven and visiting my grandmother for a week. She "helped" me sew a dress from white cotton printed with red and blue stars. I'm sure I only sewed the long, straight seams and Grandma did everything else, but I was still proud of that dress!
As I mentioned in my last post, I brought home quite a few old dress patterns that I found at my mother's house last year. One pattern I didn't find, but sought out with the help of Google, was the one I used to sew a dress for my eighth grade home economics course. As I recall, we girls (only girls -- the boys took "shop") were instructed to purchase a How-to-Sew pattern chosen from a short list of teacher-approved patterns, along with the fabric of our choice and required notions. I chose this pattern, the sleeveless version, and I selected a cotton pique printed with flowers and strawberries.
It took us most of the semester to finish our dresses to Miss Blodgett's satisfaction. I still remember having to rip out my offending armhole facings more than once and re-sew them properly. Finally, we all finished our dresses, but part of our grade depended on actually wearing the dresses to school and modeling them in a fashion show! By that point, most of us were sick of our dresses, but we had to comply. I think that was the only time I ever wore mine!
Looking back, now I wonder how on earth Miss Blodgett maintained her sanity while helping more than two dozen thirteen-year-old girls learn to sew!