A lady and her daughter were at the Sit and Knit last summer. The daughter was studying chemistry at college like I had – and it also turned out that one of the other ladies had a doctorate in chemistry, at which point I decided to keep quite.
The student listed people she considers knit-worthy – people who understand how to launder hand knits, appreciate them, and wear them, and how she determines who they are. I was in awe – when I was her age, I was knitting for people whether they wanted my knits or not, mostly because the idea that I could buy yarn to enjoy knitting, and then have a gift to give appealed to my thrifty soul. Or somehow I felt guilty knitting for myself, one or the other.
I was about to congratulate myself for having grown up in my knitting – when I realized that now I choose projects for sample photos, and then gift them, because it takes so much longer to knit for my own size.
Oh well. At least there are confident knitters in the upcoming generation.