Well, I'll Be
As a sophomore in Killeen, Texas, I had high hopes for my future. When I started homemaking class, I imagined that someday, far in the distant future, I would get married and raise a family. When it came time to learn how to sew, that was a different story for me. I did fine when just using the sewing machines at school. Our sewing project was to make an apron, complete with gathered ruffles, long ties, and apple appliqués across the front. It was the kind of apron every homemaking teacher expected a girl to make in the 1950s. When our teacher announced that we could take our projects home and finish them with help from our parents. Everyone seemed excited except me. The problem was simple. We didn't own a sewing machine, and my mother worked full-time. Because I was in the DECA program, I attended school only half a day and spent my afternoons working at a variety store. The only time I could work on my sewing project w...