tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893706723891655765.post8084399072555963997..comments2023-09-09T17:46:58.816-04:00Comments on Retro Charlotte: Vintage VogueUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893706723891655765.post-46716318313748214202015-01-29T10:12:22.588-05:002015-01-29T10:12:22.588-05:00Anon - that is the funniest comment I've ever ...Anon - that is the funniest comment I've ever gotten. Belk's basement, PTSD! Sounds like you survived the turmoil. When I was in 7th grade everybody (boys and girls) took home ec one semester, and shop the other. I made some hideous stained wall sconces. Tx for the comment! -MariaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-893706723891655765.post-59124175287071867512015-01-28T18:43:37.021-05:002015-01-28T18:43:37.021-05:00Love these, but it's activated my PTSD.
When ...Love these, but it's activated my PTSD.<br /><br />When I was in 7th grade at Cochrane Junior High in 1969, home ec was a required class for girls (boys had to take "shop"). In the home ec class, we had to all make a skirt from the same pattern. Before that assignment, I did not know making your own clothes was even a possibility. I thought everyone bought all their clothes at Belk's basement. So my mother was of zero help with my skirt project. I remember the home ec teacher getting so frustrated at me when it was time to put the zipper in that she grabbed the thing out of my hands and sat down and finished the skirt - all in about 15 minutes!<br /><br />I never did learn to sew...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com