Proof that my mom does not understand me

By | March 22, 2012

Today’s trip to the mailbox revealed a surprise package from my mom:

Patons Kroy sock yarn, and freebie patterns

(What you need to know is that my mom is not a knitter. She’s an enthusiastic gardener – which takes some dedication, given that she lives outside Buffalo, NY – but she doesn’t knit, crochet, sew, weave, or spin. In contrast, I’m all over the knitting thing, I’ve been known to crochet and sew, and I’d love to find the time to get into weaving. But I’m a fair-weather gardener. Yet we get along anyway. Go figure.)

In the package was a letter that reads in part:

Enclosed are sock patterns! Different sock patterns, which you may already by aware of.

The yarn I’ve selected is enclosed and the pattern I’ve selected is starred. If & when you have time I would love to have a pair for summer.

Let me know if the socks are something you can do. If not, find a use for the yarn yourself.

I find this hilarious. Does she not know that I design socks? That I teach sock design? That I have stacks of patterns at my fingertips, and bins of sock yarn within arm’s reach? That a pair of plain pedicure socks count as mindless knitting?

I have yet to call and confirm, but I suspect what may have happened is this: She was trolling Hobby Lobby with a friend, or perhaps with my niece. (Unless Hobby Lobby has started selling gardening supplies, it would take a crafty friend or my crafty niece to get her into one.) She spotted the blue and brown marl yarn. She fell in love. (Blue and brown are her favorite colors.) She bought the yarn, snagged the freebie patterns, and ran to the post office.

Yeah. Sounds about right to me.

So, Mom, if you’re reading this… yes, I’ll knit you some pedicure socks out of the blue and brown yarn. I’ll probably make up my own pattern as I go along, ’cause that’s the kind of knitter I am. But your summer pedicure socks will have to wait until I’ve finished knitting my second Swirl… you know, the replacement for the one I gave you last fall.

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