By W.R. Jones
This is how my daughter sees me since I told her I’ve been knitting. I asked her if she would feel the same, i.e. me needing one of those rainbow stickers on my car, if I said I was learning to sew. She said YES! I then asked if it would make a difference if I said I was learning to be a tailor. According to her it made no difference that men did sew I wasn’t supposed to. How did I raise such a judgemental daughter?
So now if she asks what I’m doing, I’m going to say woodwork (I’ve got a pair of rosewood needles). I don’t want to catch any of you ladies out there with a hammer or pair of pliers in your hand; we’ve just got to keep these tasks separated by sex. I’ll stay out of the kitchen, laundry, and cleaning I promise.