It's just past 9 and I am in bed with my knitting. I am resigned to stick with vanilla socks, on magic loop I can almost knit them in my sleep now. Having said that the current pair, and the last 3 pairs, are k4 p2 rib. All in light shades and mens sizes. My gift box is filling up nicely, once I cannot face another pair of socks it will be sockhead hats or possibly beanies, something that doesn't require reading a pattern and intricate stitches.
Not feeling sorry for myself, quite the opposite. Here we are in early June and I getting well through my gift knitting. I do have 2 sweater wips that have been set aside till my eyes are done. Both are too busy for me, one is heavily cabled and the other is lace.
I have cut out a wrap skirt, I adapted a pattern and instead of side seams I have marked darts for shaping. A deal less sewing and no zipper to insert, and no need for the overlocker, I can not see to thread it now. I had a job to wind bobbins earlier, it was difficult to see to get the thread through the machine and the little hole in the bobbin. I persevered and wound 6. It's quite silly as I have no problem threading the needle, and no I do not use the automatic threader.
I see that the greedy grasping few are selling a £1 tin of dried yeast on Ebay for up to £7, I hope that nobody buys it. My local shop has some, at a higher price than the supermarkets but not that exhorbitant. They took the time and trouble to source it for their customers, they have a limited supply and sell only 1 pack at a time.
There is nothing like a disaster to bring out the best and the worst in people.
We were promised rain this evening but so far it is dry and warm, the last lot filled my water butts so I am happy.
Now I think that I ought to do a few more rounds on the socks before turning the light out. Michael is snoring his head off in the other bedroom, all the doors are open but I think that I willl need to shut them soon or I will never get to sleep.