He had previously accompanied me to a yarn shop and experienced first-hand the wonders of an LYS. Hearing exclamations such as, "I just want to knit SO BADLY!" and listening to an entire store full of customers putting in their two cents about the February Lady Sweater in the commemorative edition of Elizabeth Zimmermann's Knitter's Almanac (I was explaining to him the importance of Elizabeth Zimmermann in our world), he seemed entirely enthralled. There was also the wonder and awe that only a ball winder can bring to a muggle. (What is it about guys and their fascination with those? It must just be a gadget thing.)
He then asked me to teach him how to knit. (!!!!!!!!!!)
I even let him use my ball winder.
The picture is blurry because he was having too much fun.
I taught him how to cast on and how to do the knit stitch.
I knew that he was hooked, but I don't think he realized it yet.
And yes, I do have a floral couch decorated with knitted and crocheted blankets. You all knew I was an old lady at 23, right?
And look, progress! I should tell you - that night he stayed up until 2am knitting on that swatch and I very distinctly heard him say "Just one more row..." several times. We all know what that means, right?
The next day, I found this sitting on the table at school:
Yep, he already brings his knitting with him everywhere and takes great pride in showing it to everyone who happens to walk by. He's doing a good job, isn't he?! He (well, I) bound off that swatch and called it a potholder only to cast on for his first scarf during class this past Tuesday.
Yep, knitting in class. He's hooked.
And that's how yet another cute male knitter was born.