I actually wanted to learn how to sew by hand, but I guess that
particular skill is no longer taught. As I entered the classroom, I eyed the
rows of tables laden with fancy, computerized, expensive white sewing machines.
The other ladies in the class exchanged tips about exotic
mechanisms called "bobbins," and referred to ironing as “pressing.” I grimaced
and wondered about the distinction. Did I know how to “press?” I thought I
could iron, but could I press?
Well, resolute, I decided (as I took my seat in front of one
of the gleaming blockish machines) that if they could out wrangle the
contraption, so could I.
