Scene: Mom's house, yesterday evening.
Mom (coming up with a bag of white yarns in her hand): Here, I bought these to make this [waving six pages of pattern] but I couldn't figure it out.
Self: Ooh, lace-weight. [Fingering them] Hmm, two different kinds.
Mom: I don't remember what that one is.
Self: It feels like merino and something.
Mom: This one's really nice, alpaca and silk. [Pause] I bought it to make this.
Self [looking at the pattern] That's a lot of charts!
Mom: Yeah. All that back-and-forth between the lace patterns, ugh. I think I started it three times before I gave up. I thought maybe you could use the yarn for curtains or something for your dollhouse.
Self: Well, thanks!
Mom [rustles through the bag to find the one remaining label] Yeah, Knit Picks Shimmer, 70% baby alpaca and 30% silk. Really pretty wrap, isn't it.
Self: Would you like me to make it for you? [Wryly] 'Cause I need another project. [David, half-reading an old Readers Digest, rolls his eyes.]
Mom: Yes!!
[Later, at home]
David: That was really slick of your mom, the way she got you to make that lace thing for her. Just like Tom Sawyer and whitewashing the fence.
Self: Oh, man --
I think it's great. You KNOW she loves your knitted things. I knit for family and never hear from them again. Now I only knit for my Mom and my sister because they appreciate what I make.
Posted by: Paula Fletcher | January 28, 2019 at 04:50 AM
Oops, you really fell into that one didn't you?
I am so far behind in reading blogs because a new laptop happened here but it won't transfer my email provider and all its emails...
Will try to catch up with your earlier posts but hope for forgiveness if I don't.
Posted by: Toffeeapple | January 28, 2019 at 08:20 AM
Not quite as I remember it! The alpaca was leftover from a jacket/sweater I did make . . . and I really thought you could use it for something of yours, but once you asked if I'd like for you to make the stole, well . . .
Guess I'm showing my age as a few years ago I would have been determined to take on the challenge of that really, really complicated pattern. I love you for offering to make it.
Posted by: Berva Smith | January 28, 2019 at 08:18 PM
Ohhh dear, you were got - pure and simple. The daughter was angling for a jersey over Christmas, she was wanting a black one "like one she had seen in the shop" it would have cost at least twice the price to knit something to then lie on her floor until it was boiled alive in a nuclear-heat wash and never seen again. I am officially "looking for the right yarn, sweetie" meaning basically "nope, not knitting that" anytime soon, however she has a way of getting what she wants does our little monster child
Posted by: juliet brown | February 10, 2019 at 08:06 AM
Ha ha - Mom got you! Life has been a bit time consuming here, hope to keep up with blog reading now. Maybe even writing...
Posted by: Mary Lou Egan | February 24, 2019 at 07:02 AM