My port-a-pocket arrived today from Knitpicks. Normally when the UPS delivers fiber related goodness or five pound bags of Dunkin' Donuts coffee beans it's me doing the happy dance in the middle of the living room floor.
I was nearly shocked to the point of speechlessness when my daughter appeared to be as delighted as I was with the purchase. She even *gasp* touched it and said how cute it was. I was feeling the surge of motherly pride and fulfilled dreams that she might actually be starting to appreciate my knitting when she turned to my husband and said, "Thank God, she won't wear that stupid fanny pack to my choir concert."
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