Friday, June 25, 2010
So later when I started home economics all the kids in the class were lost with their pillows to complete in an amazingly tight time frame of about 8 weeks and when the teacher wasn't looking I jumped in and helped sew almost all of the 15-20 pillows. Sadly I have forgotten the teacher's name, but the impulse to get behind the machine was stronger than I was. I could not stop myself when I saw a fellow pupil and pillow in need. Do you know how hard it is to do someone else's project, you have to physically move yourself to their sewing machine and jump back when the teacher comes back in the room. It was exhilarating. It was my fifteen minutes of fame. Most of those kids still remember how my nimble fingers saved their grades. Two of them became such good friends that they later saved me from the various pitfalls of being a teen. Even today, when I walk down State Street in Santa Barbara and happen to bump into one of my classmates from SB Junior High, the first question is always, "Do you still know how to sew?" Not as I would expect, "Wow! How exciting! Where do you live in Europe?" But never mind, I guess more people live in Europe than know how to sew.
Yours jumping out from behind sewing machines,