Being a bad daughter

Today I was a terrible, terrible child. I'm sure we've all done something that we've felt guilty about where our mothers are concerned, but today I feel like i've done the unforgivable. So what was this heinous crime? No, I didn't put her in a home (despite my threats), nor did I tell the police about the time she went on holiday abroad without me (ok so I was 23, but that's beside the point), nor did I stand and laugh when the dog opened the washing machine and paraded her underwear up and down the garden in front of the workmen doing the new kitchen (well, ok, I did), but it was much worse than that.

Today I frogged some cardigans that she knitted for me when I was at college, and how bad do I feel about it, especially when I think about all the hours she spent working on them. I haven't worn any of them for a number of years and she insists it's fine with her, as the yarn may as well get used for something i'll wear, but I still feel rotten for doing it. I absolutely love the yarn. At the time she knitted it I was in my late teens and really into tie-dye clothing and bright colours and it was the best stuff ever. I still really like it, although I appreciate it's not to everyone's taste. It's so awful, it's fantastic.

There were 3 cardigans in the same type of yarn but different shades, it's multi-coloured mohair boucle. Sound bad - wait till you see it!

It's frogged quite well without damaging too many of the loops, i've just had to be really gentle with it. I don't know what i'll make with any of it yet, but you can guarantee it will be fugly and will make my friends cringe when I walk into the pub.

No matter how bad I feel about frogging them, I take comfort knowing...

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness. ~Honoré de Balzac