I've turned into my mother. It's been a slow process. I first noticed when I had young children and would hear my mother when I reprimanded them for something. I couldn't believe I was repeating some of the absolutely ridiculous things she used to say. Like "money doesn't grow on trees" or "turn off that light, this is not a lighthouse". All that stuff about crossing bridges and elbows on tables.
Over the years I thought I'd grown more like my father with our shared impatience with traffic lights, the finger tap on the steering wheel when they are too slow to change to green. The way I don't do anything quietly.
The Dad traits are still there but recently it's been the Mum genes that are dominating. I now don't like my hands to be idle and that's very much a Mum thing. I haven't perfected the art of reading the paper at the same time as knitting but I can manage it while watching TV.
After my younger son returned to Brasil, I felt quite sad and needed a distraction. While trawling YouTube looking for ideas for a sewing project I stumbled across a crochet tutorial. Wondering if I could remember how to crochet after not having done any since my teens, I fished out some wool and had a go. That bit was easy, but when I went looking for a pattern I couldn't remember how to read one. All those double crochets, half trebles, etc were just gobbledygook. So I entered the world of YouTube tutorials.
I'm still not much the wiser when it comes to pattern reading but I don't need to be. A few minutes on YouTube and I'll find someone to show me. Here's my first completed project. I think (I hope) it's a good size for a baby blanket.
How Mum would have love that variegated wool.
I've now started on my second project which will be more a cot blanket size. In the pic the wool looks a lot darker than it actually is. It's more a green grey and I added in the cream to lighten it. There's a long way to go, it will keep my hands busy for quite a while I think.