From time to time I've tried to teach her to knit, but she would work with it for a few minutes, then drop it for something else. It really didn't "take." Two years passed. Then over the weekend, while she was watching me spin, she suddenly asked me, "Do you know where that red ball of wool with the yellow needles is?" We went down to the studio and searched under stacks of yarn and found it. I gave her a quick review of the basic knit stitch and she was off and running.
The difference between her new knitting and her old knitting was dramatic; something had clicked. She completed a few inches, and commented, "This is very absorbing. You forget about everything else while you're knitting! It would be a great stress reliever." Then she knit some more.
Well, I think she's got it.