My mum has been knitting like a trouper for my baby, and is still going strong. Lovely things that are really useful. I asked if she would do me a larger size of a cardi that she'd done, as it was so versatile, but if she'd do it in something washable but not bobbly.
Happened to mention this request to MIL, who promptly decided she'd do some knitting as well. A few days later I got a phonecall from her while she's in the wool shop, demanding all the specific details of what I want- style, colour, yarn, finishing....everything.
I don't give a monkey's about the details and am just appreciative that anyone can be bothered to do this sort of thing.
This was several weeks ago and TBH I'd forgotten about the whole thing. Yesterday I was presented with a partially finished garment and a frankly lame excuse about not being able to knit without a pattern. She now expects that I will finish the cardi- and will probably mention it the next few times she sees us. Was not a massive surprise to me as she has a bit of a history of starting things with the novelty and then losing interest in favour of the next shiny thing.
I've got an 8 month old baby, a house full of Stuff that needs sorting out, and a pile of projects to finish myself.
I could really do without another thing cluttering the place up.
Am torn between the compulsion to be grateful for the gift, and irked that it is actually quite useless and has simply added the the pile of things I need to do that are cluttering up my house.
AIBU to be irked?