The perfect gift

My grandmother, the same one who taught me to jump on beds, blow bubbles in my gum, and most importantly of all, knit, was a wise woman who had very specific ideas about what constitutes a good gift. Ideas? Heck, they were RULES, and if you knew what was good for you, you followed them.

According to Gramma, a gift shouldn't be something practical, that was too boring. It should be something the recipient would want/like but would never buy for themselves. And it should never, ever, EVER be in the form of an appliance. I'm pretty sure that, as far as Gramma was concerned, there was a special circle reserved in Hell for men who gave their wives blenders for Christmas.

It was my birthday yesterday, and although Gramma never met my husband, I'm pretty sure she would have approved of his gift.


That's right, knitters. Dude bought me a DRUM SET. I'm going to be a DRUMMER. Mama's gonna rock it out on the DRUMS. (Apologies for the excessive use of capitals, but I just can't help it... there are DRUMS in my basement).

Not an appliance, not something I ever would have bought for myself, and definitely not practical. The perfect gift indeed :)

That's not to say that gifts one buys for oneself have to fall into any of those categories, of course...


After all, Gramma also said that rules were meant to be broken.

Happy Knitting, Everyone!