When I was about 2 years old, my mom got out of the shower to find that I had wound her yarn around every doorknob, chair, lamp and end table in the house. From then on, I always loved string and knots.
I resisted learning to knit for all the standard reasons. I'm too young, I don't have time for another hobby, I'm a professional woman with a master's degree and I don't do mindless, domestic tasks. The usual stereotypes.
About three years ago, my dad donated DH a kidney and when my parents came out for the surgery, my mom made me learn. What could I say? Thanks for the kidney, but there's no way I'm letting you teach me to knit. So I caved. It was honestly the least I could do. She even showed me the SNB books to "prove" that cool, young people knit too. Sure mom, whatever! :roll: I wasn't buying it.
As you might imagine, the joke was on me. I haven't put my needles down in three years. Now, when my mom has a knitting question, she calls me. Now I pity people who don't knit instead of people who do And to people who think they are too hip, too young, too "busy" to knit? Fine, more yarn for me!
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.