to inform me that she’s sent a box my way, and that said box contains 18 pounds of yarn.
Not 18 balls. 18 pounds.
… i suppose this all started about a month ago, when i decided to learn to knit. Come to find that (a) i quite enjoy it, and (b) i have a bit of talent with it. Of course my grandmother (the Scottish one) is the patron saint of all things housewifely… so this is how she decides to support my decision: with 18 pounds of yarn out of the blue.
i did not have the heart to tell her that there are indeed many sheep in America, and that yarn is plentiful here. Sometimes in life you should just say thank you and move on.