My daughter was kicking up a ruckus last night after she got home from work. She has been sewing a skirt for MLP:FIM cosplay (she’s Twilight Sparkle) and, after following my wife’s instructions, the waist turned out two inches too big. So it was all her mom’s fault, wah-wah-wah.
Me: It’s 10:15 and you need this done by 8:00AM and you are only trying on the skirt NOW?
Her: She wouldn’t let me work on it! Wah-wah-wah!
Me: You’re 22 and work evenings. Your mother works days. You couldn’t sneak in some time to finish it?
Her: Wah-wah-wah! It’s her fault! Wah-wah-wah!
Me: So throw in a couple fucking half-inch pleats. If you had done that instead of throwing a tantrum you’d be done by now.
Her: But I already put in the waistband.
Me: And you finished the bottom hem with safety pins so I know you don’t give a shit how it looks, though I don’t know why that was better than just sewing the fucking hem. But don’t trim the extra material inside because you might gain weight.
Her: But I plan on losing weight!
Me: Yeah, don’t we all. :rolleyes: And I don’t understand why you didn’t put in a drawstring waist so precise measurements wouldn’t be needed.
It was starting to dawn on her how ridiculous she sounded, so there was a wink in her voice when she said:
Her: Because I didn’t think of it. But Mom didn’t think of it, either.
Who taught my kids sewing? I know I didn’t because they would be able to figure out problems, but sewing isn’t something most people go to their fathers for help with. I assume that my wife forbade her and her sister from working on it because she expected them to show some initiative and make an end run around her when the skirt got started. I would expect and even hope they would and I might even tell them, “Here’s the problem. Most beginners could make this skirt in a few hours. You have two months to figure it the fuck out. I’ll be around if you have any questions.”
As I am certainly not at fault, I blame the school system for teaching for the test instead of teaching problem analysis and solution.