Tuesday evening I taught 9 brand new knitters a post-apocalyptic life skill. Call me an enabler, a pusher, heck, a dealer even, but this is one addiction that’s laden with benefits.
I really do love teaching knitters, my nervous excitement is too positive a feeling. Any negative nerves were induced by driving and parking anxieties (a topic for another time…or not).
The class was held at a coffee and booze shop called Hooked on Colfax in Denver and although I’d never been to this venue before, I totally love it and would hang out there regularly were it not for the aforementioned anxieties because it is so far from where I currently live.
By the end of the evening, many had half a scarf completed and they all had personal charm from the colors that were chosen, to the creative increases and decreases that are standard amongst first (second, third, fourth, twenty-eighth) timers. Some even had finished pieces:
I hope the students had as much fun as I did, really really. Learning to teach is almost as difficult as learning the thing being taught, constructive advice is always welcome!