You knit something, and it’s this huge investment of your time, and when you’re done you can look at it and be all proud that you did it, and it took so long and there’s like - a hundred of the hours of your life jammed into that thing, and you did it all. If society had proper built in respect for knitting, or we lived in a culture where every time you finished a pair of mittens and showed them to your friends they all said “Holy S**T! Look at that! Those took THIRTY hours to make. Can you even believe that? Thirty hours. This is art man. You’re a craftsperson. Knock me down and keep me from kissing you knitter, because you are so made of awesome that I am moved to ardour. ” - If we lived in that culture, you wouldn’t mind how long it took to make mittens. You really wouldn’t. (Well, maybe you would around Christmas, but that’s a delusion I can’t help you with.)