Ever spend time flipping through eBay and run across something that jogs your memory?
Something that takes you back to a simpler time. Back to when you spent hours on end TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE HECK YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THE 12′ LONG WORM you created with your very first piece of crafting equipment. Today there would be a support group for little six year-old girls who received this for Christmas. Talk about frustrating! I imagined weaving my very own braided rug {Barbie size}. Instead I ended up with a limp excuse and was declared an embarrassment to my crafty Native American ancestors. {I made the ancestor thing up. All my “people” bought their rugs with coupons from whichever tepee had the cheapest prices.}
Anyway. You can get yourself a reminder of the trauma you experienced as a child if you were like me and just had to have the latest stereotypical gender-specific domestic chore “toy.” Check out eBay.
The spinning wheel wasn’t the only disappointing toy targeted to unsuspecting pre-tweens. Enter Tressy. To this day, I can’t figure out why, when I push my belly button, my hair doesn’t grow into a 24″ ponytail.
OMG..we must be the same age. My sister got that little red spinning wheel as a gift for christmas in 1960. thanks for the memories
I also had the Little Red Spinning Wheel. In fact, it is so funny you mentioned this. I was just thinking about it the other day. I also dreamed of making a rug, not for Barbie, but for myself. I would usually get the sewing crafts, and my sister always wanted the cooking toys- Easy Back Oven, Pizza Maker, Snoopy Sno-cone machine.
OMG, I wanted one of these so bad but nope, didn’t get one….(I am pretty sure, I think…hmmm). My mothere was amajor seamtress. She made everything from curtinas to fancy dresses for us all that included hand smocking…..so maybe she knew it was really dumb b/c she also could knit up a storm and made gorgeous sweaters. I never saw her hands idle, ever.
Cat