Sock requests
I knitted David's mum a pair of socks for the first Christmas we spent together.
I know this is always something of a dangerous move, beginning a friendship or other relationship (what *do* you call your partner's mother? Margaret, I suppose, is the only option I have) by giving a hand-knit item. Or pair of items. She loved them, things looked good.
Until the other day, when she was on the phone, and told him that she wanted some more.
Um...?!
I detest knitting socks. I knit them for only two reasons: One, if I need a REALLY special present (like that first Christmas) for someone and can't think of anything else, and Two, cos I want some for my own feet, and wanting to wear handknit socks narrowly outweighs the annoyance of having to knit the damn things. I mean, I'd love to knit her socks til the cows came home if I got any shred of enjoyment out of making them, she's nice enough to perhaps think about saying yes, but even with the ulterior motive of buttering up the out-laws (*wink*) I'm just not going to go there.
So, I said, NOOOO! immediately, and told D to let her know that if my own mother isn't getting any more, I'm dreadfully sorry, but she isn't either. *giggle* I knit socks for mum, all three of my sisters, and my ex-MIL, and told them all that one was their quota, end of story. Hee.
I'm not quite sure what his family make of me. His father, at one point last Christmas, noted in a surprised tone "she can actually be charming sometimes, can't she?". They ask every now and again when we're going to get married (*cackle*), and when we plan on having children (*laughs until unconscious*). As for religion, I've quite happily skirted around the issue, and am happy to keep doing so.
And do I have any sockies on the go at the moment? Yeah sort of. I started some of Jussi's yoga socks a looooong time ago, and have just about finished the first. *yawn* I'll get there eventually, I'm sure.
