Like everyone else, I have all kinds of horror stories about presents that weren't liked, but I have one nice story that makes it all worthwhile. I knitted something for the women in my family for Christmas, and they met their presents with varying degrees of delight. Some, I am sure, are not being worn at all, and some set about immediately altering theirs so that they would be more to their liking.
But my darling Nana, who taught me how to knit in the first place 1 1/2 years ago (with help from the videos on this web site - shush, don't tell her) looked at the hat that I had made her, really looked at it, turning it all over in her hands like most of us would with a bit of knitting, and then she looked at me and said, in this absolutely sincere tone, "I'm really proud of you."
Few people have said something in my life that meant more to me than those few words.