I am a selfish, selfish daughter who doesn't love her mother.
Originally Mum said that the two pairs of woollen socks I'd knitted her were enough. Now that she's refusing to go away for winter, she thinks she might need some more socks - NOW!
That's not how she expressed it. What she said was how lovely these faux-isle socks are,
just perfect for chilly mornings at the gym and lovely as bedsocks as well - not too hot - and isn't it a shame that she doesn't have other colours and didn't she buy some sock yarn in Nundle last year?
This yarn, as it happens.
The irony of her wanting me to knit fine yarn on tiny needles into bedsocks for her is not lost on me.