Last week I started knitting class in the East Village.
I arrived with a bag full of tangled yarn and hand written
cheat sheets only to find that it was a somewhat
advanced class I was signed up for not 101.

'Well...' said the teacher with a large sigh, shaking
her hand made seashell earrings and pulling at her
complicated looking hand knit vest, 'you can try
your best but...have a seat...'

The other women were a wide range of knitting
experts. I was the only one planning to make a bag
and everyone else was in the market to make a baby
blanket for either themselves or someone they knew.
Needless to say class ticked away slowly.

Over the weekend my friend Julie shared some rockin'
knitting tips. I also practiced knitting like mad. When
I arrived next class and took my knitting out on the long
wooden table the teacher gasped, 'Oh my god class!
Come look at how much she has improved!'

The puff paint shirt wearing woman who introduces
herself as 'a former potter' even though it's kitting class
seemed miffed by all the attention I was getting. She
didn't think I heard her but I did when she leaned over to
a fellow classmate and said, 'I was really worried she
wouldn't make it.'

Lesson here: Start off really really lame in whatever
you do. You are bound to shine like a superstar.