This morning I find myself in a very rewarding full circle moment. As you may, or may not know, I love to craft. I am happy to report that this "crafting bug" has trickled down to my children. They have grown up in a household where no craft is too difficult or too impossible to manage. This can be both good and bad. (Flashback to those late nights when a child's presentation is due the next day and a presentation board needs to be made. It can't be a simple poster! Scoff! And the title cannot just be handwritten nor printed out via the computer! Another scoff! We must use the Cricut to cut out all of the letters and their shadows using colorful card stock and then double sided tape to affix each letter and shadow to the board. Individually. And what about the cute little shapes to add visual interest to each section of the presentation?! We should have all been in bed by now, but why would we forget those?!?!) I suppose this is my fault. I have created craft monsters. On a side note, the boards turned out pretty darn good (if i do say so myself).
Anyway, back to this morning. It began like every other hectic morning as I sleepily get the girls' lunches ready, looking out for the bus to take them to school. But today was the day my youngest had to do a tutorial for her 7th grade Media class. She was going to teach her class how to make a pillow case. Luckliy, she had not waited until the night before to inform me she was going to be doing this presentation. She had been preparing for a while, picking my brain as she went along. Mind you, she is no stranger to sewing. Not in this house! A house where her mother sews dance costumes! (A glimmer of thought, maybe she'll continue where I will eventually leave off? Hmm...) As she left the house to catch the bus, she tells me she will let me know if I need to bring in my sewing machine so she can do her presentation, as the school may have one for her to use. Well, needless to say, I get the call...I need to bring in the sewing machine.
I get to her middle school...help her set up the sewing machine. Her teacher is so pleased that I was able to bring it in, we chat a little about how I learned to sew. "I actually learned in my 7th grade Home Economics class," I told him. He was tickled to learn this as, he too, remembers those classes we all took back in the day, like Wood Shop, Industrial Arts, and Home Economics. Maybe not everything I learned in those classes are useful to me now, but I cannot even tell you how many people I have encountered who do not know how to use a saw, hammer a nail or sew on a button! These "skills" are becoming lost art. So there I am, invited to stay and watch my daughter's presentation. I didn't want to make her nervous, but I couldn't resist the invitation. This is a video presentation, so as she is in front of the camera, her classmates are manning the cameras, microphones, sound effects, etc. everything it takes to put on a TV production. It was pretty cool. Her presentation went well. I was proud to see her sewing skills in action and through the eyes of people who don't sew. Equally proud to see that I have successfully been able to pass on this skill to her.
As I drove home from school, I realize that my daughter is currently in 7th grade. She is the same age I was when I took that Home Economics class where I learned how to sew. Such a strange sense of satisfaction came over me. How's that for a full circle?
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Hi. I'm Adora! I sew, quilt, knit, cook, bake and eat, although not necessarily in that order.. Basically, I am a general lover of all things craft related.