It's a four-week course meeting Tuesday nights at the yarn store where my mother's knitting club takes place. My mom is a faboo knitter, but is hopeless as crotcheting. She asked me instruct her little group, so I was happy to say yes. I grew up at my mother's knee learning how to sew and knit. I started out with a weaving loom and worked my way up to knitting. My mom taught me all I know. We used to go yarn shopping together, and we still do on occasion. I took up crocheting on my own a couple of years ago, and am really good at it, if I don't say so myself. She wouldn't admit it, but I think she felt a little left in the dust when I entered the more fast-paced world of crocheting, so now's my chance to get her up to speed. Believe it or now, and I know this sounds a tad scandalous, but I now prefer it over knitting! I'm a jittery, squirmy nervous wreck over this. I'm the apple of my mom's eye, and I know she's bragged to her friends how great a knitter/crocheter I am, so expectations are high that I'll be a good instructor. But I'm afraid I won't be able to live up to the hype. I've never taught a class before and am shy when it comes to standing before other people. I get intimidated easily. I just don't want to let her down. I know, I know, once I get there I'll be fine, but the anxiety is killing me. Ugh!
Miss you, Grandma!
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