I just had the BEST class at Knit-One-One. Now, now that it’s over (the first of four, but the only one I was scared about), I can admit that I’ve been SO FREAKED OUT. I haven’t taught anyone anything knitted-related in so long that I’d begun to doubt myself, and when I was driving to the class, I felt like I was on a blind-date with six knitters. Six knitters who might stab me with sharp little pointy needles, who might know everything there is to know about socks and I should just go sit outside in the dirt while they knit.
It’s always nerve-wracking to meet new people, but knitters? The people, the subgroup, that I love most? Ask Lala — I’d been wound-up about it for two days. Serious nerves, no lie.
But it was awesome. Good food, laughs, great atmosphere, good people. And Stephen, who came just to knit, because he’s in the process of designing an awesome sock and needs NO help from me, was a DOLL, just as I knew he’d be. And Jennifer was great, as were the other Blogless Ones, and I made it out alive, and I’m so glad I’m doing it, because these people are tres cool. I had a wonderful time. And even though Ms. Janie Sparkles made a break for it when the front door was opened, she was found, safe and sound. Thank god. If losing your dog at a knitting class isn’t enough to put you off knitting for life, I don’t know what is. I am glad the class was not responsible for that.
And now I will play the ukulele. I am learning this song, from the Jerk. Oh, how I love this song.
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