One of my boyfriend’s high school friends who we recently got back in touch with had a baby a month or two ago. He sent over a photo of new baby ogling a giant pint of Guinness in the way only someone that Irish can. So I was telling him how Lou (the other owner of the company that owns Yarn Forward) went to a knitting show in Dublin and — I’m paraphrasing our IM chats here — saw so many children in hideous acrylic handknit sweaters that she wanted to call child protective services on them. Tamas’ friend, knowing I would fully appreciate it, emailed over a better photo of the handknit sweater his family sent from Limerick for his wee daughter. I told him he’s lucky to have gotten wool, given the handknit acrylic nightmares Lou saw when she was in Ireland. And he replies with this, the funniest thing I read all week:
“Children in acrylic have mommies who don’t love them.”
So now I have been inspired to knit something hilarious for his daughter. Just wait. I’ve got the yarn, it’s all getting the top bit correct now.