Sometimes you just wanna grab a bowl of your favorite comfort food (spaghetti and scrambled eggs is another good choice) and crawl into a pile of warm, smooshy yarn. Not because you've had a bad day, but because you've had a good one. A day that requires quiet celebration.
I deserve a quiet celebration, because I've spent the past two nights converting eleven new knitters.
I got a standing ovation.
This is because they started the whole clapping business as they were heading for the door, but it still counts.
I'm rather proud of the fact that each of them carried home knitting that they did themselves, and they did that the first night. The plan was to make potholder/dishcloth-type cotton squares. Those that caught the bug quickly not only made a square, they announced, "Teach me how to finish this so I can see if I remember how to cast on. I want to make another one!"
Those that took a bit longer still finished a project and started the next, but they went home with bookmarks instead of potholders. It's all a question of where you bind off.
It started with a simple request from the library. "Hi! We were thinking of offering a knitting class. Would you be interested in teaching it?" Why, sure. I learned out of a book, and there are two little holes in a wall somewhere on the East Coast from the needles that went flying through the air after I hurled them with all of my enraged might.
I was a little frustrated. I got over it.
Since I made a promise to myself that I would teach knitting to anyone interested in order to save them from the hell that is learning from a line drawing, I taught a class this week. The ten registered slots filled up in the six days that followed the announcement, so I agreed to teach a second beginner class. It filled up in two days. People are arguing over who gets to be in the class! To make a potholder!
This is weird. It's also good for my ego.
I have now offered to take on not only the next beginner class and possibly a third, but I'm also going to hold an Intermediate class (simple felted bag) and an Advanced class (Feather and Fan scarf).
Among the very different people involved, common elements will be found. Some of the students will "get it" right away. Some will take a while longer. Someone might, in a worst-case scenario, announce that knitting sucks and storm out in a huff. Someone might, in a best-case scenario, go on to take the Master Knitting Course.
Either way, I think I'd better stock up on Spaghetti-O's.