The Daughters have never been enthusiastic about my knitting. I will offer to make them different things and they will reply – ‘I like it, but don’t think I would wear it”. They tell me their school is too hot for handknits, that the pattern isn’t something they would wear, that they don’t want me to waste my time on a maybe.
I try not to take this personally.
Yesterday there was a dawning.
I am torn. On one had I am elated, Daughter #2 has asked me to knit her something ….. at last, she sees my talent, my usefulness, that I am not an old fuddy-duddy. Mom is cool & happening – Mom is now.
On the other hand, Daughter #2 ( my 14 year old) has discovered that knitting can been sexy. This cannot be a good thing. She is already sexy enough for my taste …. do I enlist myself in her efforts to be sexier still???
why God, why? Why did I ever show her that pattern? what was I thinking?? So I will indeed knit her a Boobholder, knowing all the while it will be my own personal Hair Shirt.
You appear, my dear, to be trapped between Hard Place and Rock. May the Fates guide you on this perilous journey…