Deanna's taking a class this semester called "Life Skills". It's an updated, unisex version of Home Economics. They did units on Hunting Safety and gardening, including building and planting a box garden. They are now working on sewing.
Their first sewing project is a throw pillow. When it's done, they'll be making pajama pants. They went on a field trip to a fabric store to pick our their material and notions. But, first, they have to hand-stitch a design on their throw pillows.
Each student was asked to submit a scale drawing of their pillow design. This week, they're learning all the different stitches so they can embroider their designs next week. Deanna demonstrated the "lazy daisy", the "running stitch", the "chain stitch", the "satin stitch", and several others to me this evening.
"There's just one problem with this class, though, Mom," she said softly during a quiet moment as I looked over her stitches.
"What's that, Honey?" I asked her.
"It's just not right to hear the boys bragging about how 'beast' their embroidery is."
