A couple years ago, I made my mom a lovely lace scarf from Last Minute Knitted Gifts. Let?s just say that it went unappreciated. I took it back from her after I went over to their house and saw it lying in the floor ? covered in dust and also after she suggested she give the cashmere/silk scarf to a child. Let?s just say I was angry and disappointed.
Fast forward about 4 years. My parents come over Sunday. I ask my mom to try on the Honeycomb Ladder sock. It fits her and I like the way it looks on her better than on me. Guess who?s getting that pair of socks? Also, she asked for a scarf. I showed her the KPPPM that is going to become the Chevron Scarf. She liked the yarn and the pattern. Guess who?s getting that too?
I think I have lost my mind.
B, always my cheerleader and number one supporter, said to me, ?At least you have an excuse to start that scarf now.?
It?s scary how well he understands the knitting addiction.
I told my mom not to expect them until Christmas. She was fine with that, but kept offering to pay for the scarf. I told her she didn?t have to pay for her Christmas present. (I?m such a good daughter.)
Looks like I have roped myself into Christmas knitting ? something I swore I would never do. Way to go, idiot.
But in all fairness, I?m doing a LOT of Christmas knitting, not just for my mom. When I do stuff, I like to go all out. No easing in for me. I?m a jump right on into the deep end kind of gal.
Observe:
Mom ? socks (50%) & chevron scarf
MIL ? shawl
SMIL ? shawl (done)
SIL ? shawl (in progress)
Nice, huh? Though really, considering that it?s August and I?ve got one sock and one shawl finished, I think I can finish it all as long as I don?t get sidetracked.
You can stop laughing now.
Seriously.
Get off the floor. It?s not that funny.
Believe me, the same “it was on the floor covered with dust even though I worked on it for 100 hours” “appreciation” has happened to me to. Yesterday. At work. From the two fellows that I “manage”.
Let’s just say I was angry and disappointed.
I can’t believe you’re giving Mom knitted goods again. Wow.
You’re very brave on all fronts.
The nice mittens I gave my mom got put on a shelf and haven’t moved, and the hat I gave my dad hasn’t been seen since. Did that stop me from knitting my mom a pair of socks? Goodness no!
I think the love of knitting makes us delusional.
I really want to give my mom knitted socks, but I’m afraid The Evil One will purposefully wash them on high agitation in hot water. That is just his way. My MIL, otoh, has requested handknit socks, loudly gave her shoe size as 7 NARROW, and would take very good care of them. But I feel guilty knitting her socks before my own mother.
Maybe I’ll stick to being a selfish knitter.