I don't think my daughter usually pays any attention to the knitting project I'm working on. Not even, "Hey, that's a nice color." After all these years of seeing needles in my hands, I think she's oblivious to what's actually on the needles. In fact, she would be more likely to comment if I didn't have my knitting with me.
When she remarked on my current project, I was a bit surprised.
"Mom, are you knitting on fringe?" She said it like I was working some kind of magic. "No," I had to confess, "it's just my ends." The illusion was shattered, and now I need to take a break from knitting to weave in a bunch of ends.