Usually I don’t do much for my mum for Mother’s Day, but this year, I decided to make her a little something. It’s a little crocheted “egg” that’s supposed to represent myself, the little egg that she had nurtured into this 21 year old chick.

… *is lame* :P Anyway, pictures here (are we allowed to direct link to flickr? O_o):

Interesting family-history tidbit: My great grandfather (on my mother’s side) was lynched to death by a bloodthirsty mob of peasants during the rise of the Communist movement in China. They were incredibly against the idea of anyone being a “landlord” and would violently seek out those who owned land. It was unfortunate that my great-grandfather was caught in it all as all the land he owned was a shabby little shop that sold timber to people.