My mother and I have had an email back-and-forth since last week about the fact that she received a tracking number for her first ever shipment of the Rockin Sock Club. I, oblivious at the time to Tina’s comment on the sock club blog that tracking numbers were provided for the 400 packages that shipped last week, had no idea why she, my own mother, had a delivery confirmation and I did not. The audacity! The insult!
So what do I get in my email inbox today?
Subject: ok then
Body: I definitely WILL NOT be telling you what I got today!! JUST NOW!!!
My own mother, the very woman who taught me to knit, the very woman who I turned onto Socks that Rock, the very woman who I’m sure joined in part due to the socks I knit my step-dad for Christmas, which were the last kit of Rockin Sock Club 2008.
Alas, I sit here, with no club kit, and a mother who is taunting me from several hundred miles away behind a computer. She is reading Dyer’s Notes and squishing yarn without me!
I stamp my feet in disapproval! My feet that are, incidentally, clad in one of my favorite pair of socks. Knit out of none other than Socks that Rock, of course.
My sole (no pun intended) consolation? By the time this post was done, I received my tracking number!
Hah! Go on, stamp your foot, kiddo! Meanwhile, ponder how lovely and cozy said foot will soon be, when clad in this soooo yummy RSC colorway in SUCH SHADES of (mumble mumble). And oh, what a honey of a pattern, all (mumble mumble) and (mumble mumble) as it is.
Gotta go, I have some New Yarn to fondle!!
Snarky, but still ... Your Mom!
comment by Tasha's Mom on January 26, 2009 at 05:03 pm