My mother sent me to sewing camp for a week. I didn't mind learning about the sewing, but the camp was run by some very elderly ladies. They also felt it was important for us to learn what "season" we are and what the appropriate make-up would be for us. And we all had to make horrible floral skirt and top sets. I was a bit too much of a tomboy for them. I wonder what they would have done if an actual boy showed up?