The other day a box came in the mail--my mother sent along a birthday gift for Mr. B, some photos from their visit in July and this:
In 3rd grade I entered the county fair for the first and only time in my life. My category was cross stitching--I picked out this simple butterfly pattern, Mom ironed it onto a flour sack dishtowel, and I selected the thread colors. Embroidery was all the rage in the mid-seventies. Everyone was "hooping it up" with needles and floss. Unfortunately, all that tiny stitching was tough on both eyes and patience and I didn't relish getting poked all the time by the sharp end of my needle. The back side of my cross stitching would always get tangled up--I spent insufferable hours trying to find the ends of threads and untie a big mess of knots. I finished this dishtowel and a few other designs--all small pieces. It gave me little joy to finish a project to hang on a wall or a Christmas tree. The dishtowel was the only practical cross stitch project I finished. It took an Honorable Mention at the fair.
What childhood skill did you learn and abandon? Opening up this dishtowel yesterday made me think of so many--friendship bracelets, pot holders woven with nylon loops, rug hooking, jumping Double Dutch and French braiding hair. All utterly useless knowledge now...but so important to learn when I was 10.
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