Hear me out on this one. Back in March, my mom and I hopped on a plane to attend the Yarn Market News Conference in Baltimore. As we were settling into our seats, we each pulled out a ball of sock yarn that was intended to keep our hands busy throughout all of the lectures we had signed up for. Eager to show one another what we had each chosen out of our entire little shop of wonders (I mean... yarn), it turns out that we had both brought along with us the exact same yarn, just different colours.
Opal's new collection 'Sweet and Spicy' is what we had both independently landed on. However not to be completely identical (a relief for both of us- I'm sure), she ended up with something 'sweet' and myself, some 'spicy'. (Note- if you are someone who happens to know us both, I would appreciate if you would refrain from commenting on that point.)
|Momma on the left, Lynn on the right|
My husband points out regularly that I am just like my mother. Not a completely bad thing, especially when he likes my mom as much as he does. Often my rants, my obsessions and my interests tend to mirror that of my mom's. I spent much of my teenage-hood fighting this, but I have bigger battles to deal with these days. Besides, this is hardly one worth fighting anymore. Now that my teenage angst is far behind me (HALLELUJAH!), I realize that she is actually a pretty great gal.
If anyone could have predicted that we would end up as alike as we are today when I was 15, no one, and I mean NO ONE would have believed them. (Am I right Mom?)
To be fair, I do spend an unusual amount of time with my mother for a girl my age. And I do believe that if I spent that much time with anyone out there, they would eventually rub off of me, and vice versa.
But the simple fact that we also happen to share the same DNA probably doesn't hurt.
|Left- Opal shade 6756 "Plum", Right- Opal shade 6755 "Spice"|
So while I am a little late here on this post (what else is new!?!?!) I would like to take this opportunity to thank my mom for rubbing off on me.
And I would also like you to please note that my tardiness is a not a trait inherited from her, but actually her father.
If it weren't for her... heaven only knows what kind of socks I'd be wearing.
|At the shop on my wedding day|
Happy Belated Mother's Day.
|Lilacs outside the shop this week|
May the lilacs in your garden continue to bloom year after year after year...
And your feet always have a pair of hand knit socks to keep them warm.