Gramma claims I haven't knit her red socks yet, even though my Ravelry page clearly disagrees. Oh, Gramma, your wish is my command, and red socks will be knit for you. (Again.)
(Even though I'm sure in this picture she was wearing the red socks I already knit for her.) From Christmas 2010. My gramma is amazing. I have shown up at her house to be babysat after getting suspended from school on the first day of 5th grade, I have shown up with pink, purple, blue, and green hair in high school, I appeared with crazy tattoos all over, with a supershy boy with a mohawk who is 15" taller than her, and she just still showers me with acceptance and love. Although when she does tell me to do something, I always do it. You just can't argue with Gramma.
Especially when she's such a good sport about wearing a knitted beard!