I won't go back and you can't make me!
I went to a knitting class tonight hosted by our local cooperative extension service. I had hoodwinked my friend into taking this class in an effort to culture her as a local knitting buddy. I fear after tonight that she is close to stabbing her eyes out with her circular needles.
I had been working under the assumption that all knitting instructors were like our dear Needlefingers. I had reasoned that everyone was patient, thorough, unassuming and knowledgeable. Once again I was mistaken.
It was like learning knitting from your high school home ec teacher. You know, she knew just enough to get through the class and nothing else. I was expecting expertise and I got someone fudging her way through Knitting 101. I don't mean to sound like an expert myself, I fully know that I am far, far from even being considered intermediate. However, I have been well trained in the art of good yarn and being conscientious in my work. (Afterall I belong to the Cult of Needlefingers.)
Within ten minutes I learned that not only were circular needles of the devil, but I didn't knit properly. Something about not wrapping, but picking instead. I also learned that there were all sorts of hard and fast rules that apparently she made up as she went along.
I think the culprit here has a name and that name is EGO. I think this instructor found herself in a room full of eager embryonic knitters and was overwhelmed with the power and attention. She saw eight sets of eyes watching her carefully, hanging on her every word. Did she use her power for good? No she used it to boost an ego.
The best teacher I ever had once said, "I don't know" when asked a question. I was completely dedicated to her after that. She had admitted she didn't know something and that it was ok. You just had to find out the answer.
Enough of my ranting. I left so frustrated that I did the unthinkable: I dialed while temporarily insane. It's like dialing drunk: it should not occur. You should be stopped. Poor Needlefingers, she was on the receiving end of my rant.
I'll stick to my personal instructor. I am a completely dedicated follower of the Cult of Needlefingers. What was I thinking, straying from what I know to be true.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Somebody save me!
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6 comments:
I'm so sorry you got a suckass teacher. Our yarn shop lady is about as patient as they come, and can figure out just about any mess you bring to her.
Thank goodness you have a knitting goddess in your corner.
LOL!!! Hysterical! This is like when you go to your favorite restaurant and decide to order something *different* then get totally disappointed and have to eat a whole other meal!!! Go back to your other teacher ASAP, and wipe the nasty memories from your mind!!!
I only know the garter stitch and have many scarves (and only scarves) to prove it!!! After seeing the things you've accomplished in the knitting realm, I bow down to
you!!! ; .)
Well now I know how the phone call came in. Baby "What" Baby??
Sorry you had such a bad experience Needlefingers and I had a comparable experience with a snotty yarn shoppe lady. Even though I am on a knitting maternity leave.
I still know Needlefingers is the best teacher. Therefore you are a GOOD knitter. Keep you chinup and if yougo back where those kitty ears who could be mean while you look so cute!
Wear not Where. Sorry to early with Yin and Yuri!
Is she always going to be there heading the class or was this a one time thing? What a bummer...
(Can you tell I'm a flower child from the sixties?)
Sounds like the teacher wanted it her way and was threatened that a new knitter like yourself had more knowledge that she a teacher of knitting. This is the sign of a closed mind. When we close our minds we fail to grow. I once heard through Needlefingers a great quote from Farm Wife. "If only close minds came with closed mouths."
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