Very few of which appear in the cub achievements. Which is fairly tragic considering that the cub achievements are actually quite progressive and gender neutral.
I will have to work on that. Tuesday nights at seven. And all week while I try to figure out what the heck I'm doing.
In particular, I have been thinking about the Lamb Grower's years.
I did not grow lambs. Nor did I know anyone who grew lambs.
But . . . my Grandpa was retired from the Department of Agriculture/Forest Service and had an interest in Sheep Growers. He had also retired and moved next door to raise horses, but that is a story for another day.
I don't remember the actual name of the organization. It was, after all, more than 30 years ago. Which makes me feel strange when I see it in writing. Although I am usually not bothered by my age. I'll have to spend some time analyzing this later on.
I know it involved sheep, and wool. And lamb meat, which I never really developed a taste for.
I had sewing skills back in the day. Mad sewing skills, actually. Think the most complicated Gunne Sax dress around, in 5 different green calico prints. That's what I'm talking about. It was AWESOME.
I really was a skilled seamstress. And in sewing 4H. Which led to my Grammy entering me in the sewing competition at the Wool Grower's Convention. And taking me shopping for wool. And examining my seams. My Grammy was a perfectionist.
All I really remember about that event was people looking at the seams of my skirt. Grammy was right!
I think we ate lamb.
I was not wearing the skirt at the time. In case you were wondering.
There may have been a fashion show. Which I have blocked from my memory.
Do you think I could lobby for a sewing/fashion showing achievement for Wolf scouts?
Why don't we do Girl Scouts in my church?
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