|Gratuitous Max photo - no frustration there!|
I say supposed to, because as of Saturday afternoon, no one has signed up. This could partly be because of advertising, and the near lack thereof, but I also think it's a fundamental problem in people these days. Not all people - look who I'm speaking to here, after all - but allow me to vent and generalize a little.
They've had little or no interest in any kind of handcraft classes in recent years. There are occasional painting classes, but none in the last few years. Pottery and ceramics have an enduring popularity, but from what I saw, most are repeat students who have no other access to a wheel and a kiln. There's yoga, of course, and flamenco, and a raft of kids' and after-school classes.
But no sewing, no embroidery, no textile based classes at all. Not even knitting. And years ago, when I was in my 20s, this very same place used to cover all of downtown Philadelphia with flyers for classes that included embroidery, quilting, trapunto for pete's sake. Trapunto. And now I can't even get anyone excited about embroidery, much less sewing.
I shouldn't say that. There were quite a few women who stopped by my table and were interested in the pieces I had displayed and who wanted to talk about embroidery. Not one of them was born in this country, and every single one of them already knew how to embroider. I spoke to Muslim women from several regions, Indians, Chinese, South American American women . . . all of whom were interested and who told me about the patterns and stitches prevalent in their cultures.
While the women of our culture (or at least the one I visibly resemble) walked past the table without even looking, and when I did speak to a few women at the snack table, their comments were that their grandmothers did stuff like that, but isn't it great now that we don't have to do all that hard work and can just buy whatever we want, already made.
No. No, it's not great. It sucks that most people can't see that sometimes the effort of creating something is more interesting, more fun, more worthwhile than plunking down a couple of bucks at Walmart for something embroidered by a machine, most likely operated by a child, probably in some third world country that they wouldn't even want to visit on vacation.
First class is supposed to be Monday night. They need 3 bodies for it to go forward.
It's cooler now, the sewing room is bearable. I think I'm going to prep a few sewing projects this weekend. I'll need something to do Monday evenings this fall.