So I was teaching a design-your-own shawl class at Unwind today and I asked the group if they were pickers/throwers/etc and the group was pretty mixed. I then said that if you're someone who has knit a certain way for a very long time it may not be worth trying to make a switch. After that, I said that I was taught to throw but since the span of time between learning/quickly quitting and picking up knitting again (like, a span of 30 years) that I made the switch pretty comfortably.
"Not me," said one of my students.
"I guess you could have called me an Eastern Combo Knitter" . . . (not sure if I have the lingo correct) . . . "I was just a beginner and I was happily knitting for awhile and sooo excited that I taught a ton of people how to knit. Then, one day, I decided to incorporate some new skills and realized that I couldn't knit two together using my 'technique'."
"So, I showed someone what I was doing and they told me that I was twisting my stitches and doing some other things and the method I was following wouldn't allow me to maneuver my stitches and I had to completely re-learn how to knit."
And then she paused.
"But the problem was, I had already taught all these other people to knit. The. Wrong. Way."
Which reminded me of the time, at a gas station, a car full of nuns pulled up. The driver nun got out of the car and all shook up, she said:
"We're lost. How do I get on the Southbound 101 from here?"
"You'll be just fine, sister" I assured her.
"See that onramp over there, right near that tree? Just follow that onramp and you'll be happily heading south, I promise."
Then, I finished gassing up my car, got on the 101 heading north so I could go home and drove about a mile. Then, I looked to my right and there they were, all five nuns, happily driving . . . north.
And sorry about the hiatus. We've had some "life" happen to our family. We will be okay. : )