Guys and knitting

When I first started traveling it was fun and exciting.  Then as the months went on it was still interesting, but there was rather more sitting around in the airport than I would have liked.  At first, to keep myself occupied at the airport I chatted with my co-workers, did work on my laptop, read books and magazines and listened to my iPod.  Then, for my birthday, my sister got me a gift certificate to a yarn store and I started the Lizard Ridge afghan.  All of a sudden I was obsessed with knitting and I had a nice portable project.  I held out as long as I could before breaking out the kitting in front of my - all male - co-workers, but I finally gave in and braced myself for the ridicule.  To my surprise I got stares of curiosity instead of jibes about arts and crafts.  They're nice guys, and they weren't likely to actually be mean, but I was at least expecting to be teased.  Since then, the overwhelming response to my knitting has been just that: unabashed interest.  And requests for knitted stuff.