Dad's 50th birthday is tomorrow, but we did some early celebrating on Saturday since he'll be out of town. We had a great time seeing the new developments at the land (paved roads, signs out front and uplighting on some HUGE trees in the entrance), having bbq for lunch and seeing an afternoon show in Branson. The evening was relaxing and refreshing with soft music in the background and a yummy birthday dinner at home. Dad and Bryan read books while Mom and I knit on some projects.
Mom is working on a couple of felted bags to give as Christmas gifts and I brought out Cozy to plug away on. (I'd really love to have it finished in time for my sister's June wedding. The bridesmaids dresses are all strapless and well... Brianne needs a shawl for the reception!) We were talking about projects we're loving and projects we're not so in love in when we made a very startling discovery.
Mom does not like making socks but loves making felted bags. I don't really like making felted bags but I love making socks.
This was when we realized just how perfect we are for eachother. But the wonderfulness doesn't end there.
The sock that I'm currently working on are actually for Mom, so while I was there I had her try it on to gauge the fit. That was when we discovered that our feet are EXACTLY the same size. Length and width.
So I'll be handing Mom some yarn to make me a bag and Mom has already handed me a skein of Trekking (my favorite!) that she had started some socks with that I'll be redoing for her. I do believe that we are the perfect knitting pair.