Male pattern boldness inspired me to think about why it was I learnt to sew...after a very unpromising start.....
Back in ancient history, when puffy vest were fashionable and walkmans the "must-have", I first encounted high school textiles. My initial projects were not interesting, not creative, not well made. One denim pencilcase, a tie-dyed apron and half made polyester skirt later.....I lead the discussion on how bloody sexist it was that we had to do textiles, and why wasn't wood-working on the compulsory course list at a girls school?
Not for another 5 years did I even think about fabric. I'd moved to Melbourne for University, and was a very poor student. During the cold winter, a pamplet arrived advertising a local community class on quilt-making. Seizing the opportunity on saving money by not buying a new doona...I signed up for the classes.
After the first class I was hooked. I made the ugliest patchwork square, but the community house lent me the sewing machine, and away I went frantically sewing.
I still have the first quilt I ever made, and it gets used everyday during winter. While it certainly did not end up being cheaper than a doona - I've never needed to buy it!