Class in session

A much anticipated box of yarn and needles arrived in the mail today. Too bad Carter is out at a sleepover and missed the first session of Chartier knitting class. It’s actually a good thing he wasn’t home because between Caleb repeatedly asking “Is it my turn yet?!” and Calvin, in response to my praise of how quickly they picked it up, questioning, “There’s not really a knitting gene, is there?” I was about maxed out.

Add in Camille begging, “Me Mommy? My yarn?” and trying to pull the free ends of all the balls of yarn and a dog who likes to grab them and run off for a good soft chew . . . in spite of all the distractions, I had two excellent students tonight who are on their way to creating a hat and a scarf. I was really impressed by how quickly they both caught on. I had taught Calvin the basic knit stitch 4 years ago and he remembered right away and moved on to purling and knitting on circular needles.

“back through the fence and off we leap!”

Caleb started from scratch. All I did was cast on, show him how to make a knit stitch three times and he was doing it on his own. Some of my easiest students ever (thus my comment about the knitting gene. If there is one, they certainly have it!).

In case you think knitting isn’t a manly enough activity for them, I’m thinking about getting them this book. Real men do knit.  

If you are very good this year you might end up with one of their original creations under the tree next Christmas because I don’t think there’s much need for a big red scarf here in Bahrain.