As a 'thank you' for getting her addicted to knitting, my mother bought me a really, really nice sewing machine today... the competition for my spare time just got tough!
She's calling it fair revenge, since she was a quilter first and then I introduced her to knitting... I see through her evil plans to make me a quilter. Yes... yes, I see her plans... yet somehow all I can think is 'oooh! shiney! Where's the closest fabric store?'