This felt woven heart, brought by my Mom to knit n knatter last night, was one I had made when I was 11 or 12 for my Gran. It still has the childish uneven stitches done by a reluctant scholar.
I did it in the final year of junior school in Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) in what was called 'Home Economics' class. A thinly veiled attempt to train girls to be good housewives. While the boys went off to do wood work, cross country and play cricket, we learned to crochet (didn't pick up a hook again until last year), how to sew (only started sewing seriously-ish in last 6 months) and how to cook (only really got the cooking bug when I met Himself and I had found that by feeding him he kept coming back!!... and I really did want to keep him.)
School and I didn't get on well, I never really excelled at anything and school never really cared.
As a child, many adults used to say to me 'school days - the best days of your life....'
I know now what I felt then - they were lying.
My best days are now.
I think today's picture sits well after yesterday's post!
ReplyDeleteI loathe that idea of school being the best time - certainly utter rubbish for me, as I am far happier now! Why do people say these things? Honestly - I swear most people just seem to forget how miserable school can be, or they decide to simply perpetrate the myth...!
ReplyDeleteYes, these days are good, I have my favourite people around me, I am doing things that I enjoy and my outlook on life is far far happier.
ReplyDeleteLove the one made earlier............very much earlier!! :)
ReplyDeleteLoved the one made earlier....very much earlier!! :)
ReplyDeleteI also took Home Economics Class. We sewed and talked about cooking and some minor sex education, but the thing I remember the most was taking turns piercing each other's ears with sewing needles. Oh yea -- we all learned how to be good housewives there. My class was very large -- about 600 kids. Although I was considered "popular", I didn't like school at all. Thinking back, I may have been considered one of the wild ones...we use to call them "hoods". I did occasionally sneak a cig in the bathroom and leave campus for lunch, and perhaps skip a few classes, but nothing worse than that. Glad those days are done. They were not the best days of my life either.
ReplyDeleteEarthenwitch - Definitely agree with you.
ReplyDeleteJan - You obviously have a sneaky rebellious streak in you, hope it's still there!