BTW, my FIL always appreciated my sewing skills. His father was a tailor, his mother a professional seamstress who worked in the garment industry (sweatshops) in NYC. My FIL learned to tailor working in his father’s dry cleaning shop growing up. He was always amused that he could sew, but wife, a literal farm girl, could not. He did all sewing, alterations and repairs in the household. When my FIL died, I inherited a 1950 sewing machine a huge wooden cabinet. It was older than I was, but had all its original parts–like a separate buttonholer attachment and extra bobbins. I donated the machine to a charity who gave to a needy family which used it to make and repair the children’s clothes.
Never took home ec; neither did either of my daughters.