So I think I've mentioned that I'm a teacher. I teach Grade 6 Language Arts and this year began an after-school knitting class that ballooned from 16 to 32 kids seemingly overnight. It's highly likely that my classroom now contains more skeins of yarn than copies of Bridge to Terabithia (admit it, you cried). In the space of a few months these kids have learned to knit, purl (they call themselves KITS and PITS- Knitters and Purlers in Training), cast off and sometimes on, read a pattern, work basic increases and decreases, and generally make good lookin' stuff. I have learned that WOTA is a great "Everyarn," how to pick up countless dropped stitches, myriad methods of fudging it, and that, while everyone can learn to knit, not everyone can do it without asking a bajillion questions all designed to get the teacher to do it for him/her and having the eventual result of said teacher entertaining fantasies featuring double-points and eyeballs. A-hem.
But those that can really can! Check these two out. Those are Branching Outs. Note the lifelines. Clever girls. They're using Brown Sheep Cotton Fleece and size 6's, and this is their first lace project. I think it's killing 'em a bit that they can't do this one in front of the tube, but they're far enough along to realize that every knitter worth her salt needs more than one project OTN anyway.
And then there's this guy. He's sort of a celebrity around here because he's a total knitting tornado. Here he is with his Boogie. Taught himself the cables and is almost finished, despite the fact that I handed over the yarn and pattern a week ago. Did I mention there were boys in this knitting class? Like, 14 of them? My minions, they are. And yes, I have dealt with two fathers who do not like their sons knitting. And both boys are still knitting. Minions 2, Gender Roles Police 0.
Stay tuned: FO report tomorrow...Picovoli is blocking her way into Fricknits history as I write. I so want to love her. Will she live up to her promise?