One of my best friends, who is the drummer in my band, knits. He’s pretty damn good at it too. He says it gives him peace of mind, sort of a meditation type thing. He’s a gruff, cynical rocker dude who gave up drinking and drugs and now looks for other ways to release stress. Also, being able to create useful things is an added benefit.
On of my best friends is a knitting man. I don’t know why he started it except maybe as a topic of conversation for the hordes of hot girls he’s constantly surrounded by, but he has made several nice things for my wife and I.
I’m not sure what they are, but they’re very nice.
Aside from me? Not to my knowledge. Of course it’s not a common conversation topic among guys, so there could be friends or acquaintences who knit and I am merely unaware of their hobby.
Not knitting, but crewel/embroidery work. As a kid, I knew a gnarly old crabby ex Army Colonel who embroidered as a hobby. The kneeling cushions at our Episcopal church were embroidered by this dude. I never had the cojones to ask him about it. There are better ways to die.
There are a bunch of male knitters at Mrs Blather’s knitting store. Many of them are gay, but we have straight ones as well. One of the straight men has a tattoo of a skull with crossed knitting needles that says “Born to Knit” underneath. I knit a little as does the husband of one of our employees. My son has picked it up as a way to meet chicks. This cool pattern is by one of our male knitting teachers. This hat is by him as well.
I knit, and I’m a man. My preference at the moment is loom knitting, but I can do the regular kind as well - although not to any kind of advanced level.
I was taught to knit when I was about eight, by an elderly babysitter. I don’t/can’t do it any more. Then when I was an actor, I learned that back when homosexuality was illegal in the UK, gay actors used to fill their time between scenes by knitting. This was one of the many “secret signs” to other gay men to indicate availability, and was viewed as “one of the natural talents” [of gay men] to which Uncle Monty referred in Withnail & I.
I knit 2 jumpers when I was 10, one was basically red but had the british bulldog knit into it, one was a one colour affair but had cabling. I no longer knit, though I daresay I could pick it up fairly quickly.
I don’t know a single guy who knits, but I’ve often wondered why they don’t. They love to work with their hands, and they don’t have to lay down on a cold garage floor to do it!
I used to know a guy who was an absolute knitting genius. He worked at about five times a normal pace - your eye could hardly follow the needles. He seemed to need no concentration - could carry on a conversation or watch TV while he knitted. He could produce a nice sweater in a remarkably short time. It was entertaining to watch - sort of like a magic trick.
I know a guy who knits socks. If he’s ever knit anything else, I wouldn’t know it. But he was very proud of the socks he’d knit. Not that it matters, but he was a happily married man–liked power tools–with mostly grown children at the time that I met him and discovered that he knit.
The stepfather of a friend of mine would knit. He was a construction worker and in the winter when work was slow he’d pull up a chair and make some sweaters to sell.