My mom has been a good sport. She is not a knitter, and she is definitely not a seamstress (she saves clothes that need buttons sewed back on for me to take care of when I come for visits). Going to two fabric stores in two days set a new record for her.
Yesterday she made the mistake of asking me how they make superwash wool. I was enthusiastically explaining how wool has little barb-like bits sticking out, and when they are agitated they lock together and that they remove those bits to make superwash wool. It was when I started in on how they used to use a chemical to make the wool superwash that I noticed her eyes were glazing over.
My mom doesn't understand my knitting, but I have to say there are a few things about my mom I don't understand either. Topping the list would be how she can have a fridge that is so clean and organized the fruit is lined up in rows. When I went to put some leftovers in it tonight it looked so neat I hated to disturb things. This would never be a feeling I would get opening my refrigerator!