I have a problem knitting for others. I am too worried about so many things when I make knitted gifts for others. I would rather knit gifts for other knitters than for those who do not knit. I don't know why. I think it might be because many people think that we "whip up" stuff. I don't whip up stuff. It takes me a long time to think about what the perfect yarn choice would be. I think about whether or not they would use the item. I think about whether or not it will fit them. I think about it all. I don't mind it if it takes me a long time to knit something for someone else. I just don't want my gift to become a burden for them.
Back in the day before I began to knit again, about 12 years ago, I crocheted a baby blanket for a friend. I went to the local big box store and picked out pastels. I crocheted little squares and connected them in a wonky, un-informed way, and gave it to her. She loved it. I remember, though, going over to her house when the baby was about six months old and spotted the blanket in the baby's bassinet. It was falling apart. Embarrassed, I pointed it out and said that I could fix it for her and the mom pushed it down here and there as if to hide the flaws on my behalf. I'm not sure if she thought she had mistreated it through use or if she was trying to save me from my own distress. I ran into her a few days ago and I still feel the sting.
But giving out of love is good. Even if it's a risk. Like this pin cushion I made for a friend. My stitches are wonky (and she's practically a master stitcher). I under-filled the thing with walnut shells (but he's still cute). She may never use it (yet it's okay with me, he'd probably fall apart if she did).
BTW: I've knit my sis leg warmers (not a Christmas gift since we're not exchanging. I'll take her in the back room to give them to her when we have our Christmas gathering this weekend). I also made a headband for my niece and am thinking of making some fingerless gloves for Girlfriend. HWWV? He *might* get socks if he is a good boy. NEWSFLASH: He just emailed me from the next room saying he wanted a certain memory card. Therefore, no socks. Gotta love technology.