So. I am home.
Before leaving TT and I made matching hair:
Which cheered me up.
The lady who rang me was really pleased to see me. I got a hug and a back rub, and told they were very happy I came.
I was confused.
She then helped me with my sock for over an hour.
I’m having issues with turning the heel and the pattern is written assuming use of Double Pointed Needles instead of Magic Loop on a circular needle so she asked if I would be coming on Wednesday to get more help.
And I want to.
Yet five hours ago I was sobbing and heartbroken.
My brain confuses me.
They gave me an out, in the sense that they asked if they should keep the cheque and I said yes.
It’s just, it’s local, some of the ladies seem nice. And it’s a good space to decompress and doesn’t involve large amounts of travel.
I don’t know.
I know I want to finish this sock. I was even taught how to knit and purl faster tonight.
I’m going to snuggle with the hus-creature, eat tacos, drink booze and watch The Walking Dead and not think for a bit.
2 thoughts on “The aftermath”
There is nothing worse than mixed messages because it does your head in.
My guess is that NOBODY complained about you. The teacher did not want her knitting class to turn into a cosy social club, so she decided to get rid of you. But she was too cowardly to tell you the truth, so she blamed the other attendees. Then somebody pointed out that what she had done was deeply nasty and humiliating, and she started to feel bad, so she made up for her atrocious behaviour.
You should NEVER cut your nose to spite your face. If you enjoy the classes so much you should continue to attend, but not if somebody is going to be horrible and humiliate you again.
Why don’t you take a small notebook to your classes, and write done anything silly you hear? Then you can put it in the blog and we can all have a laugh.
Stay only if you feel comfortable. Methinks you got to start driving. It will change your life.
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