2 sides of the table

I have been suffering from startits. Followed by ripitoutitis. Long time readers know that I handle stress by getting all figity and I want to Make All The Things. Which leaves me almost paralyzed with indecision. I only have two hands…what am I supposed to do? The cats don’t have thumbs, so knitting isn’t easy for them. Although Angus the Fibre ‘Ho does give it his best shot. His latest favourite thing is chewing on my spindles. Needless to say We Are Not Amused with his new hobby. Somehow he managed to climb up a mountain of Rubbermaid totes and bring down my new fleece. I found him happily sitting in the bag snuggled up with the raw (unwashed and very smelly) fleece.

I did finish a couple of projects, but alas my photography skills are even sketchier than my attention span. I will do what I can to fix this.

Yesterday I taught 8 new spindlers the joy of spinning. One thing that has become very clear to me as I continue to teach, is that as adults, we expect to be good at something right away. We have no patience for the time it takes to learn new skills. When did this happen to us? As children, we were ok with taking time to learn something – it would have never occurred to us otherwise.

So I always include a comforting story about how spastic I was when I was learning to spin, and that yes, your first yarn is going to look like clown barf. Yes it will get better. Yes you have to practice. Yes that sucks. Yes you may not want to do this ever again after class and that’s perfectly fine – you are an adult…you can make your own decisions as to whether you want to spend time learning how to get better. But I firmly believe that learning about fibre and yarn and how to spin makes you a better knitter, and to me, that’s the most important part of the whole process.

Which reminds me, I have a 2 colour brioche class I’m taking next weekend. And I need to practice because I completely forget how to do the brioche purl. Sitting on the other side of the table (as a student) always grounds me and reminds me to be patient – both with my students, and more importantly with myself.

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