G. Knerd

For those of you who don’t speak Danish/Norwegian, “Mormor” directly translates to “mother’s mother”, but is more likely translated to “Grandma”.  Since my Mormor lives in Denmark, and we already called my dad’s mom “Grandma”, it made sense not to translate that and stick with “Mormor” for her.

Plus, it was really fun to confuse the kids at school with a word they didn’t know.

Being the wonderful Mormor that she is, every year she sends me a package of presents, often containing a hand-knit item.  This year, the hand knit item looked like this:

Which seemed pretty innocuous, until I read the tag…

For those of you who might have trouble reading it, the tag says: “Dishcloths.  Please say thanks to Kat – she bought the yarn I just knit it.  Mormor” (Kat is my stepmom, and a lovely lady in her own right.)

As much as I adore Kat (and need to get her a nickname for the blog, because she’s sure to show up here again…), I just can’t fathom the humility it would take to claim that I didn’t need to be thanked for knitting something, that the person who bought the yarn deserved thanks more than me.  Maybe if I was knitting with yarn spun from actual princess hair and did something ridiculously simple, but even then…I’d deserve some credit, right?

Of course, the dishcloths themselves are lovely as well, and I’m torn by the idea of using them – I know that they’re intended to wash up messes, but the idea of purposefully getting these hand-knit beauties dirty?

Sacrilege, I tell you.  Simply sacrilege.