Gift giving and receiving
Here are some of the photos of the gifts I have given recently. It made me start thinking about why we give handmade gifts and what we expect in return.
Happiness and hugs are a good indication that the present has been well received.
Posing for photos is also a good sign. This hat was originally intended for the new baby but big sister got very excited and tried everything on. More to the point, it fitted her.
Not waking up when little socks are placed on your hot feet suggests that you don't mind too much.
Having a very fussy dad say "wow" suggests that the joint second best thing you've ever made is looking pretty good.
Demanding to try on your baby brother's tank top and then rushing back to your artistic WIP is surely a good sign.
Being so excited about blogging your birthday present that you forget to mention who made it (sorry, Mum!) definitely means you love the fact that your mum made you an alpaca bolero for your birthday and you can forget the fact that it is far too hot to wear one.
So what is the point of this post? Well, on Tuesday a certain mini person was given some new socks to replace the ones she had grown out of. The old socks were previously officially the best things I'd ever made so I wanted the replacements to live up them - to surpass them. As the SWS in the first photo is officially the best thing I've ever made the Debbis Bliss Cardigan and the new pair of socks have joint second place. Poor mini one kept trying to put the old ones on, even though they are far too small.
I phoned my sister to find out whether they liked the presents.
Sister: "Oh yes, the tunic top is lovely. She wore it today even though it's hot."
Me: "Oh right. Good. What about the socks?"
(because I really think the socks are amazing)
Sister: "Yes, she tried them on but had to take them off because it's too hot."
Me: "Oh right. But what do you think of them?"
Sister: " *pause* Yes, they're nice."
Me: "James doesn't like them does he?"
I should point out here that James is extreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemely fussy and will not say he likes something simply because I spent HOURS of my life, slaving in the heat, to keep his daughter happy.
It turns out that James doesn't like them, my sister wasn't sure why, maybe the colour. HMPH to that and double HMPH. Well, mini one likes them and my sister thinks they're pretty good. Even though I've been going on about it forever she still didn't know they were Jaywalkers, but she understands now.
So there we are: if you want gratitude for your knitting you have to be very careful when you pick your recipient. Whinge over for the day!