Yes, I am a knitting-nerd and I can't tell you how it makes me squeal inside to see Ella seeing the satisfaction of creating something with your own hands out of a pile of yarn.
She wanted to get her kniffty-knitter loom out for one very special reason. She was determined to make her new little baby sister a hat for in the hospital. Ella carefully selected the yarn which had to meet her requirements of soft, cozy, and yet a pretty color. It had to be perfect for the new baby.
Ella sat down on the couch with determination on her face and went to work. Everytime I turned around, she was quietly and intently working on her creation.
Me: Ella, time to eat.
Ella: Mom, just one more row, then I'll come.
Me: Ella, time to get some school done, put down your yarn.
Ella: Ah, Mom...can't this count as art class?
Me: Ella...Ellla....Elllllaaaa where are you?
Ella: Working on my knitting, Mom!
The end product turned out beautiful and the pride was evident.
And what do you suppose I saw this morning when I came downstairs?
A sleepy, blurry-eyed Ella who had just woken up. Kniffty Knitter in hand. Creating boot cuffs for herself.