Danger Knitting !!!(echo...echo...echo...)

I have a class at The Sow’s Ear tonight- Portuguese Knitting. I purposely haven’t gone out on The Internets to check it out, although folks have told me that there are even ‘How To’ YouTube videos. I don’t want to arrive a class with any preconceived notions. The only thing I DO know is that the yarn is carried around the neck for tension, so in my world ,that carries a huge possibility of accidental strangulation. Given how impossibly thick I can be when being taught new techniques, there is an even bigger chance of on-purpose-strangulation-by-knitting-teacher. I know they train them to be calm in the face of stupidity, but I can easily push those limits. I think my sock teacher quit after trying to get me to understand Kitchener. I think she may still be rocking in a corner of a padded cell somewhere mumbling:

(rockrockrockrock) I told her ‘knit off , purl on, purl off, knit on'…it’s so simple…so very, very simple…The next thing I knew I was beating her over the head repeatedly with my size 14 straights… it’s so simple…so very, very simple …I have no idea what happened… it’s so simple…so very, very simple.(rockrockrockrock)

So wish me luck people! Molly Bee is once again entering the world of Danger Knitting (echo…echo…echo…) where anything can happen... and probably will. If you remember correctly, I couldn’t even escape the Alpaca Festival unscathed. And what’s more gentle than an alpaca!?

On the slim chance that I make it back from this mission safely, I’ll update you all soon. If I don’t...(sob)...goodbye cruel world! (Please give my spinning wheel to Kitty Mommy. She really needs to start spinning.)