A few months ago I had this brilliant vision of my FIVE GUYS braving the fallen snow with their shovels in hand as they quickly and thoroughly dug our family and the neighbors out of the record "snowfall of the century" sans grumbling. They were of course able to accomplish such a feat not because of the extra muscles they would have acquired over their summer full of weed pulling and lawn mowing, not because of their ergonomically correct shovels, but because of their exceptionally warm and well made Thorpes created by you-know- who.
This little idea made my heart jump with joy and my knitting needles click clack away as I worked industriously with the visually and tactually stimulating Malabrigo yarn (I kid you not). My plan was near it's completion. Three down... two more to go. And then BANG. I was stopped dead in my tracks as my thirteen year old very politely informed me that he really didn't think that a Thorpe hat worked with his style. What?!! I could have killed him.
Every mother at some point in her mothering career recognizes the moment when she needs to let go of the semblance of control. To know when to just smile when her kid informs her that he thinks that a green dye job really brings out the blue in his eyes. Knowing full well that if he manages to live into his twenties, his "idiot chip" will fall out and he will be able to make some reasonable decisions that will turn him into a fine, upstanding member of the community.
This was one of those moments.
"Are you freakin' kidding me, kid? I just spent the last two months knitting the other Thorpes for your dad and two brothers and not one of them complained! Really? You seriously don't want a Thorpe? This will completely ruin the whole wondrous plan!"
"Nope." said Mr. Reporter.
"So what kind of hat would you prefer?" replied the disgruntled and flabbergasted Lady.
" The World War II Watch Cap that Craft Queen made for charity. I really liked the look of it." said Mr. Reporter.
"Well, O.K. then." I said as the panic started to subside and my sanity began to return. Craft Queen has good taste. Mr. Reporter has good taste too. I'll just have to rethink the vision with the teenagers wearing different caps (who knows what my other teen will come up with!).
But the YARN will be MALABRIGO, damn-it! No exceptions.