When I told the boy that I was thinking of knitting a shawl, he muttered something about rocking chairs and walking sticks. No surprise there, since that would be the expected response from anyone who isn't a knitter (donnasoowho, I'm looking at you).
Maybe he thought I should be more productively spending my knitting time on his surf pullover.
But I started my shawl, and wasn't able to put down until it was all finished and needed nothing more than a blocking.
And now it's finished. For your information, I intend to wear it around me like a big scarf - not like an old-lady shawl (which only the young and hip, or the old and hip-replaced, could get away with).
Slightly more detail on Ravelry.