Well, just when you though in-law relationships couldn't possibly get any stranger.
My 'mother-in-law-in-waiting' is a knitter. A successfull knitter. A published knitter. A successfully published knitter. Her book released in May has already gone into reprint, and is about to be launched in the UK and the US.
Like any 40 something with a successfull book and wares to share, she has whole-heartedly embraced the daunting 'world wide web' and become a regular blogger. For the sake of family relationships, we wont say who or where.
Over the weekend, whilst visiting, we were asked to do a small, 10-15 minute blog related favour before we made the long drive home. Sure, anything to help! Here's a little life advice for future reference - commit to NOTHING until you know WHAT you are committing to...
Lets fast forward to 10 minutes later, where my partner and I are lying on an orange satin sheet, decked out in the latest and trendyest of knitted sock-wear, being directed to 'make it look like your'e having sex' whilst our poor, inncocent, and warm feet are violated by the camera.
Its one thing to take art direction from a family member. Its quite another when the art direction is "your'e sunggling up to him, but he's not interested yet, ok, now he's interested, get on top!, Yeah thats great, a little more tense! Excellent! Now swap!"
Scarred. For. Life.
We won't be visiting any time soon, we still can't all look one another in the eye.
GP out.
PS, we didn't even get to keep the socks.
1 comment:
This tale is more upsetting than I think you're giving it credit for. :'(
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