We leave for the beach tonight, so clearly I should be blogging right now. Really.
Last night as I nearly cursed out my sewing machine, I started thinking about home ec. And how I didn't take it. (Choral was way more important in middle school, and I got way more field trips that way.) And really, back in the day when home ec was required, field trip ratio was like, totally, the ultimate way to decide how to take an elective. That and, I somehow fancied myself on Broadway someday. (I think, if American Idol was out back then, I would have definitely fancied myself on that; way cooler.)
Anyway. I digress.
You couldn't have beat me over the head and convinced me that somehow home ec was important back then. Not in middle school, not in high school. And really, I'm not sure that home ec really is important. But my mom couldn't convince me, either, that sewing and baking and gardening would all be valuable skills in life. The only thing I was convinced of was that I needed to graduate with a 4.0.
So off I went, on my own, with a hodge-podge of skills. (At least I knew how to clean a bathroom, sort of.) That hodge-podge served me very well... until I turned into a professional homemaker. Seriously, friends. I feel like I am light years behind where I should be in the cleaning, cooking, baking, gardening, decorating, etc. realm. You couldn't have convinced me then that these priorities would be mine... but they are. And I hope they're my daughters'.
Last night, as it took me over five minutes to stitch a single, 12 inch, (mostly) straight line... I wished that I'd done something other than "home ec by immersion" and made it a priority back in the day. Somehow I think it would have been easier to learn it little by little, over the years?
For the record... Mom, you were so right.