Only one panel at All-Con interested me: knitting. Crafts! It was a learn-to-knit panel, and I figured I'd go. For $2 in knitting needles and a ball of yarn snagged from Doogie's thrift store bag of yarn, it was a cheap way to learn something I wouldn't otherwise pay to learn. (I have so many other crafty pursuits waiting in the wings, there's no point in paying to take classes in something I really don't have time for.)
I felt like the remedial student. As everyone else was easily understanding the steps, I was sitting there holding my yarn and needles, completely befuddled. I had to have a personal tutor just to cast on. And again to do the actual knitting. But I finally got it. Sort of.
As you can see, I'm not very good.
I can't really say that I enjoyed knitting, although the challenge of it was a bit intriguing. And I can definitely see the appeal of a craft that can be easily transported and done anywhere. But I find it difficult and not very fun.
I was instant messaging with my niece in London the other day, and I asked her if her mom (my sister) had ever learned to knit. She'd once mentioned to me that she wanted to. My niece told me that she has learned; she's already knitted several scarves and something else (I can't remember what). I told my niece about the class I took and that I find knitting hard. She said, "Let me put it this way. I can knit."
Bested by a 12-year-old.
At least I'm good at other things.