It's a serious topic of discussion at the Knit Nook: as we're pouring hours and days and weeks (months!) of our lives into making all the little stitches that convert a ball of string into beautiful handmade objects, we wonder out loud who in the world could possibly be deserving of such a gift. The question is, is the person knit-worthy? Mothers usually are, even mother-in-laws on occasion. Grandmothers almost always are knit-worthy. But what about husbands?
I made Jonathan a sweater for his 30th birthday.
"When did you have time to make this?" he wondered.
And I thought back to all the times when I was sitting right next to him, knitting away on this gray furry monstrosity, wondering if it would be any good, wondering if he could ever appreciate such a gift, promising myself that I wouldn't resent him no matter how he acted because who wants to get a box of guilt for their birthday, even if it is made out of wool and alpaca?
"It's perfect!" he said. "Just what I always wanted!" And he put it on immediately. He even wore it to work the next day despite the fact that it still needed buttons on the collar.
So I gave my husband a sweater for his birthday, but the greatest gift was mine. My husband is KNIT-WORTHY!