The Princess has stolen my slippers (I'm sure there is some warped fairy tale in there, somewhere). Anytime they are off my feet, they are on hers. She wants her own pair. In light pink and hot pink, knit just like mine. Which would be fine, if there wasn't The Curse.
What is The Curse, you so innocently ask? Ahh...you must have never knit for a teenage girl (or soon to be teenager someday, right Sarah?). You see, if I make them, the minute they are off the needles, she won't like them anymore. Ask her about the camouflage (her pick, not mine) tank top she HAD to have that I crocheted for her. Or the calf-length cardigan thing (knitting machine, I'm not that stupid). Or the red, white and blue sweater she "really loves, Mom". All worn once, at the most. She loves whatever item I'm making until it comes time for her to actually WEAR said item.
Do I assume the curse has worn off since I've refused to make her anything in the last 3 years? Do I make them knowing that they won't match my robe when I wind up getting them back?
Or do I make them because I love her so very much that you know damn well I'm going to the yarn store at lunch?
And have just broken diet number 2 (damn peanut butter cups).
Posted by Heather at 1:25 PM