Knitting class makes me laugh. It's great fun, especially when you're not the one being laughed at. From knitting class tonight:
"Now what do I do?" says R. after she had finished two rows of her purple hat.
"Keep going," I said, "and just follow the pattern." I am the voice of reason.
"But where's the start of my circle?" asks R., holding the yarn thing in her hand and staring at it quizically.
"It's a circle," says P. the instructor, "There's no start."
"It's not a circle," says R.
P. and I actually look over at what R. is holding. We look at each other.
"R., you were supposed to join the two ends on the first row. You're knitting a hat. It needs to be together. All you've done is knit a horseshoe. Hahahahahahah," I laugh.
R. doesn't think this is funny.
She needs to find the humor in her screw-ups. Because they're gonna happen a lot. Now I'm the voice of experience.
*She's sort of a newbie to knitting. But I can still poke fun at her.