"Make socks for me, in this yarn."

So my daughter rifled through a yarn basket and handed me this lovely yarn. Crocus, dyed by Morwenna of Mosaic Moon. It's a gorgeous purple, brown, and white organic merino. And I was so overjoyed that she actually asked me to make her something that I dropped everything and started knitting hand-wash only merino toddler socks. What was I thinking? I was thinking "my baby wants something I made! finally!"

So of course there's not enough yarn, and we talk about options. Footies, a different colored top, etc. She chose the matching purple, and when I finished the first one and tried it on her she danced around in glee "my sock! my sock! Make the other one, mamma. Right now."

So i did. But bedtime came upon us and I promised her she could have them this morning to wear on the frigid trek to school in 40,000 feet of snow.

And I worked furiously to finish. This morning, she woke up, and while she sat on the kitchen chair munching her vitamins I showed her. "my socks! You made them!" and I put one on. she looked at it, said "i don't like this sock. take it off, mamma."

And that was that.