I made my first garment in sewing class. My teacher in high school was a really attractive young woman at that time, sweet and a good teacher. She was a ‘Miss’ when I first knew her, but by the time I was a senior, she was a ‘Mrs.” I took Home Ec for all four years in high school. One of my first garments, a red plaid cotton blend A-line skirt, was for the unit on working with plaids. We had to carefully baste all the seams together with a stitch the teacher taught us to be sure all the plaid lines met up exactly. I was proud of my skirt and ended up getting an A on it. When the teacher handed the garments back to us, I remember folding it up neatly to take home to show my mother. I put the folded skirt in with the rest of my books and carried the stack home. I forgot all about the skirt until the next day when I showed up for Home Ec class.
When I got into the classroom, the teacher called me over and handed me my skirt. I was really puzzled since I had taken it home the day before. She told me that she had been driving home after school and had passed a group of small boys, one of whom was wearing my skirt and prancing around, to the hilarious laughter of his friends. She stopped the car, since she recognized the skirt, went up to the boys (a safer proposition in those days) and got my skirt back. I must have dropped it from my stack of books on the way home. So I got my skirt back having never even known it was missing, and I wore it for years after that.