You email your mom a picture of her finished shawl, and she comments that the picture looks like something "out of those fancy knitting books".
You then reflect on just how many pattern books you must have forced your mother to look at in order for her to be able to reach that conclusion.
You then decide that she is extremely qualified to make that judgement, and then tell yourself for some time just how very right she is.
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