Not to brag or anything, but my wife Z is also a knitter. This provides our marriage with a significant number of fringe benefits:
- We get to knit together in the evenings while we talk about our respective days.
- We get to knit together on Saturday mornings while we listen to Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me.
- We get to knit together before going to sleep each night.
- We get to knit together when we’re travelling.
Z’s stylistic sensibilities are a lot different than mine, so I often consult with her on my designs for another perspective. She’s a lot better with color than I am, so she’ll encourage me to pick out yarn that I’d never have chosen on my own, and I’ve never been sorry to have taken her advice. Almost every shade of green in my yarn stash is the direct result of her influence; I can claim responsibility, directly or otherwise, for her increased use of purple.
And did I mention we get to knit things for each other?
Okay, Z actually knit both of these handwarmers, but you can still see my point (for a few examples of stuff I’ve knit for Z, check out the knitting gallery). Truth be told, this whole yarn boy thing was her idea in the first place. I was just a guy knitting sweaters before I met her.