tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post4979732274206570514..comments2023-10-04T23:39:38.874+11:00Comments on posie blogs: our creative space . . . 'dedicated to all the horror sewing teacher experiences from school' & a 400th post crafty prizeposie blogs Jennie McClellandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07422068499429667636noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-81972723486137858412011-08-10T21:20:16.458+10:002011-08-10T21:20:16.458+10:00I was marked down in texiles & design for maki...I was marked down in texiles & design for making shorts as shown by my mother, cutting on the fold to save fabric. But as I elminated a seam on each leg, I didn't follow the directions and was marked down accordingly, although the teacher said I had made them correctly with modification I had done. Nice way to teach kids to use their own brains.Rosiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12675540900827964787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-71623483701143351502011-08-08T17:16:05.508+10:002011-08-08T17:16:05.508+10:00My school nightmares began in Year 3. I came from ...My school nightmares began in Year 3. I came from a non sewing family - my Mum worked (in the 50's and 60's) and my best friend's mum was a dressmaker so the sewing teacher thought everything she did was perfect. I was made mto undo tacking stitches on a sampler over and over because they were noy straight and even. Even when my friend finally secretly did it for me the teacher said Sharynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09522082638897746105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-9169570598255952932011-08-08T14:02:13.630+10:002011-08-08T14:02:13.630+10:00I can't remember any horror stories of about m...I can't remember any horror stories of about my sewing teacher.<br />However my horror story is in year 9 textiles we had to make a baby quilt (why they get yr 9 girls to make baby quilts when a lap quilt would be more appropriate, I do not know).<br />and I decided to cross stitch squares for one side of the quilt and the managed to break my arm so the quilt didn't get finished until I amummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14655661729845945335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-42346313044236651342011-08-08T10:17:35.704+10:002011-08-08T10:17:35.704+10:00My horror school sewing experience started when we...My horror school sewing experience started when we were assigned the project to buy fabric to make a pair of summer pyjamas in year 8. I dutifully went to spotlight with my mum where this puberty hormone filled teenager proceeded to have a huge fight with mum over my fabric choices. wow that time was hard, just wanting to fit in with my peers and not buy 'daggy' fabric that I would have Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04806275110333601842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-12751955061407528582011-08-07T02:55:22.341+10:002011-08-07T02:55:22.341+10:00Sewing lessons at school were such a bore ... Mrs ...Sewing lessons at school were such a bore ... Mrs Duff allowed us to do cross stitch and some hand sewing but not much else. I was already making a few clothes at home on Mum's sewing machine, so this seemed very tame and I dropped sewing as soon as I was allowed (aged 13 I think). Such a shame as I'm having so much fun now (30 years later) and wish I and my friends had had a more Fionahttp://handmadebyfiona.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-40488143555181275792011-08-06T18:11:01.276+10:002011-08-06T18:11:01.276+10:00Closed the website! How am I ever going to get my ...Closed the website! How am I ever going to get my teapot material now?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-79522253301933777812011-08-05T21:48:40.856+10:002011-08-05T21:48:40.856+10:00I hated sewing class at school - i only took the c...I hated sewing class at school - i only took the compulsory classes. Literally every time I sat in front of a sewing machine I would break a needle or loose the bobbin case at the bottom. Eventually the teacher gave me hand stitching projects only, so I was stuck making a pin cushion whilst everyone else in the class made tote bags. They used the bags for te rest of the year to carry their books Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17037971025575125609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-6295069379065773452011-08-05T00:03:47.802+10:002011-08-05T00:03:47.802+10:00Will you believe me when I say I never had a singl...Will you believe me when I say I never had a single sewing lesson or Home Economics lesson in my high school career? Nary a one.<br /><br />However, my mother was a Home Economics teacher (who incidentally topped the state in 'Home Science' in her Leaving Certificate).<br /> <br />So, a perfectionist Home Ec teacher for a mother. Need I say more?Flibbertigibbethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12206161949464228564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-20467497409973803222011-08-04T20:04:32.648+10:002011-08-04T20:04:32.648+10:00I don't think I ever finished a thing in '...I don't think I ever finished a thing in 'craft'. Wait! No, I did. I chain-stitsched my name onto the front of my apron in Yr7 and in Yr 9 I sewed a patchwork cushion. It was meant to be a Maple Leaf/Bear Claw pattern but Mrs Robinson convinced me to rotate one of the triangles a certain way which then meant the whole thing was skewiff. But that was it for three years of compulsory trashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-42366329638604344882011-08-04T18:32:05.244+10:002011-08-04T18:32:05.244+10:00I remember vividly the musk-stick-pink jumpsuit I ...I remember vividly the musk-stick-pink jumpsuit I made in form 1 or 2 (think of the British group who sang "Making your mind up" type of influence). I never wore it because I didn't get it finished in time to get the buttons on :( <br /><br />The next year I made a double sized white doona cover and decided to cover it in hand sewn black ribbon bows. Little ones, too. That neverBarefootBridehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16273987712750305996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-26529118734885462312011-08-04T15:07:43.919+10:002011-08-04T15:07:43.919+10:00oh dear, poor Pamela. That is an experience and a ...oh dear, poor Pamela. That is an experience and a half. I did okay in the cooking but hopeless at the sewing. Although I somehow finished a pair of wearable shorts, have a feeling it wasn't me that finished, and a wonky potholder, which I'm fairly sure my mother still dutifully uses to this day. My teachers left so little of an impression I can't even remember their names. Although 74 Lime Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00268714553210525768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-25864632984736349212011-08-04T13:03:16.100+10:002011-08-04T13:03:16.100+10:00Tears rolling down my face from Pamela, she's ...Tears rolling down my face from Pamela, she's going to get her own award, so keep the crazy stories coming, my GOD you ladies have had some experiences. Love Posieposie blogs Jennie McClellandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07422068499429667636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-83781958267958426522011-08-04T12:28:16.559+10:002011-08-04T12:28:16.559+10:00My home economics teacher hated me. Seriously. But...My home economics teacher hated me. Seriously. But with good reason. I was a total nightmare but not in a naughty way, just totally skill-less.<br /><br />I had Mrs S for all two years of compulsory home Ec. In year 8 we made boxer shorts. I somehow managed to get all the fabric tangled up and caught in the machine, Mrs S to the rescue!! However, while she was patiently unclogging the machine I Pamelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15307561147620471236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-83919422396357286372011-08-04T11:59:03.340+10:002011-08-04T11:59:03.340+10:00Oh I remember Home Ec at school. We used to make c...Oh I remember Home Ec at school. We used to make cakes and stuff. Geez it was fun.beachvintage.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16075401950286198394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-65222139765668513702011-08-04T11:55:45.737+10:002011-08-04T11:55:45.737+10:00Oh no Posie... you've unleashed a monster grud...Oh no Posie... you've unleashed a monster grudge in me. My year 11 art/craft teacher actually wrote on my end of year school report that I was not artistic and would never amount to anything if I insisted on following this career path.<br /><br />Well, Mr Browman... not only did I study art at tertiary level, but have sustain myself in a successful 30 year career in this field. If he was Kerryanne @ Shabby Art Boutiquehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00092818124651152546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-14387831286284987012011-08-04T10:12:22.458+10:002011-08-04T10:12:22.458+10:00My sewing teacher was not what you would expect - ...My sewing teacher was not what you would expect - she loved latex or anything as tight. her aim to improve our wardrobe so that we all could find husbands that would buy us the fineries that we obviousley could not make.<br />She always wore the highest of heels, how she ever used a peddle on a sewing machine is beyond me. She loved this burnt orange colour which complimented her spray tan Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04054598062772198767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-35804525058320481712011-08-04T08:16:08.182+10:002011-08-04T08:16:08.182+10:00I had a tough sewing teacher and she never gave A&...I had a tough sewing teacher and she never gave A's so she said but I got one for my applique. I loved sew class, she was a good teacher. I don't think anyone else enjoyed it though. I was a science geek too at school but never went on to do anything with it, but I did use the sewing skills.seabreezequiltshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05210564993790938890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-76345213507501298892011-08-04T07:21:45.933+10:002011-08-04T07:21:45.933+10:00I complained with all the other kids but secretly ...I complained with all the other kids but secretly I loved ou textiles and home ec teacher. Ahe taught me things I would never have.learned other wise. Slash your choux pastry with drops of water befire putting in the oven, there is no need to baste, you can sew over pins if you are careful. How to thread an overlocker, how to hem using a machine. I thinl alot of these are probably no-nos whenElishahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08984594455114037343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-57585334750338308832011-08-03T22:44:55.134+10:002011-08-03T22:44:55.134+10:00Oh Posie - the stories about our sewing teacher go...Oh Posie - the stories about our sewing teacher go on for hours - she was a total hoot/nightmare. (now/then)<br /><br />I remember having to cheat to get my machine licence - I meticulously stuck a pin in by hand all along a straight line and tricked her. And then proceeded to never sew a stitch in class but spent all the time with the boys hiding the cooking ingredients and switching the floursallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10009232448247160974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-73107444725618355762011-08-03T21:21:29.065+10:002011-08-03T21:21:29.065+10:00Oh your story made me both cringe and laugh! Thank...Oh your story made me both cringe and laugh! Thanks :)<br /><br />My T&D/Home Ec. teacher was actually pretty nice, not in the High school cool cred kind of way, but in a flowery teacup kind of way. Her name was Mrs. Cotton - yep, totally appropriate. <br />I don't recall a whole lot from her class (except one of the guys stepping on a needle and having another student run up to the Seaweed and Rainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11741557465820695748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-56109206464705172042011-08-03T21:11:49.836+10:002011-08-03T21:11:49.836+10:00Loving this, from apologising for a nice Steiner e...Loving this, from apologising for a nice Steiner experience (good for you, sounds delightful) to giving your Home Economics teacher food poisoning, well done Lioness Lady!! Love Posieposie blogs Jennie McClellandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07422068499429667636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-64373339180842270622011-08-03T21:06:34.767+10:002011-08-03T21:06:34.767+10:00I game my home ec teacher food poisoning! She too...I game my home ec teacher food poisoning! She took my porcipine meatballs home for dinner and they may have been a little underdone. Whoops.LionessLadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17751001700549851045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-22308510037200092262011-08-03T21:06:21.662+10:002011-08-03T21:06:21.662+10:00Your teacher does sound scary, but I do love the a...Your teacher does sound scary, but I do love the apron story. Did she ever cotton on do you think? My sewing teacher was lovely, although I'm not sure how much she taught me. My grandmother and my mum spent hours teaching me how to sew, knit, crochet, and everything in between.Amanda (Small Acorns)https://www.blogger.com/profile/04090007601440404545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-27551003447143416412011-08-03T20:47:03.054+10:002011-08-03T20:47:03.054+10:00Now that is a funny post miss posie
I remember my...Now that is a funny post miss posie<br /><br />I remember my teacher very well.<br />She taught us some wonderful tips but was very very starched within herself as you have described yours.<br /><br />There was always a really cool, hip well dressed one that taught another class and not ours - we always had class envy and wished she was ours.<br /><br />have a lovely night<br /><br />x<br /><br /Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08155628540029227995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161774480140198164.post-19561139625504940892011-08-03T20:10:50.870+10:002011-08-03T20:10:50.870+10:00I feel like I ought to be apologising here because...I feel like I ought to be apologising here because I went to a Steiner School and was positively blessed with a myriad of crafty experiences. I got to try so many things....weaving, knitting, crochet, sewing, dyeing, basketry, candle making, quilting, pottery, copper work, wood work...I could go on and on but I'd better not. It looks kinda rude lol. I do have a non-positive experience though,Tin Can Daisyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01308820474186363522noreply@blogger.com