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Defying all fabric capabilities, this laced Crochet table is from Marcel Wanders,

a Dutch designer who was one of the first droog designers. I would have loved to be

one of the crocheters commissioned to make this table or the limited edition Crochet Chair.

Sometimes we don't realize how much family and friends appreciate our fiber craft.  Just the other day, my Mother called me to tell me that she had a co-worker who needed some crochet done (her words).  No "hi" or "how-dee-do" just So-and-So needs some crochet done and to give her a call.  When my Mother says to call someone, you do.  Right then.  Not later.  So I did.

I didn't think my Mother ever gave any thought to my crochet.  Although I have gifted family and friends with all manner of handcrafted accessories, I've only made my Mother a few items - a cap, a shawl.  I wasn't sure how she felt about handcrafted gifts; all communication about the things I have made her came through my sister.  Needless to say, I was surprised that she called me herself to say that she had offered my services to her co-worker.  My mother -- pimping my crochet. 

I was going to call this post, "Getting Pimped," but apparently it doesn't mean what I thought it did.  According to the Urban Dictionnary, getting pimped now means writing or drawing on someone [who] is passed out due to intoxication.  Shudder.  When you get pimped in medicine (the Socratic method or as some interns call it, shame-based learning), it means that your upper level, attending, or your professor basically tears you a new arsehole in front of your peers by firing off a million questions designed to put you on the spot and make you look like a dumb ass in front of everyone.  Makes no sense.  I thought getting pimped was when someone puts you "into the game" for some form of consideration.  Progress.  Sigh.

So, I did as my Mother said and called her co-worker.  We talked briefly about her 6-year old daughter's desire to have a green and red and pink sweater "just like the one she saw on TV."  She's not quite sure exactly what her daughter saw or wants but is working on it.  Hopefully, in a month or so, she will let me know what she wants made.  Although we have exchanged contact information, I'm not worried about us keeping in touch.  We both know where my mother works.

Now, I am stuck without a name for this post. Any suggestions?