Nancy, I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall, but I fear you might have swatted me too!
Rita, I chuckled at the romanticized notion I might have conveyed in describing after-school sessions in my mom's workshop. Back then, I never thought of it that way: because my mother was a working mom, either I went to the nuns after school for help with homework and embroidery (which I was already doing at home) or I went to mom's atelier and sat with the seamstresses and my mom while they were working until time to go home. My younger siblings had no choice--they went to the nuns. The local nuns ran an after-school program as well as
asilo, which is a form of pre-kindergarten. But I suppose I was old enough to behave properly in her workshop, so she let me come. Often, I would sit quietly and crochet or knit (dropping a lot of stitches and asking for help too often) and when dropped stitches became too onerous for mom to deal with while she was trying to work, she taught me how to baste. In any event, I don't remember loving it because I had to be on my best behavior
, but I do remember things being done that you don't see a lot of today--like silk hand-made buttonholes. Now I wish I had loved it more and learned more back then!
Renata