I love my mom

Especially when we get into phone conversations like this.

Mom: So I'm going to get together with some of my friends. They've decided they want to make jewelry. I'll try, but I don't know how to do it. I'll probably make some tacky pieces that I can send you. Maybe you'll wear them.

Me: Uh, okay. Sounds like fun. You should definitely do it.

Mom: Now, you, you're so talented, you have made some beautiful jewelry. I wish I were talented like you.

Me: Oh, now, you're the talented one. I'm sure it'll turn out great.

Mom: I remember when you made some beautiful earrings with beads and feathers...

Me: I never made any jewelry with feathers!

Mom: They were big, and they had feathers...

Me: I never made any jewelry with feathers! [pacing]

Mom: Oh, I thought they had feathers, and with the beads, they were so pretty!

Me: No feathers! [furiously yanking hair from head]

Mom: Those feathers...

Me: Mom! NO feathers! I know you gave me a Native American name, but I have not ever, and will not ever, make nor wear feather earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets or headdresses! [both pacing and yanking]

Mom: Oh, well, but...

Me: No.

Mom: Well.

Me: Yeah.