How time flies

Eighteen years ago my first grandson was born. Due to the virus lockdown, he won't be having a fun day of celebrating today. Why is it that the years go so fast, but the days so slowly? I am completing handwarmers/gloves/socks for the museum shop at the rate of one pair a day, such a huge stockpile there will be in three months time! Plus of course, using the leftovers - these have four yarns in them- can you tell?

After the Event

Knitting Twenty Twenty welcomed 58 people to a weekend of slightly chaotic but blissful sock machine knitting. Thanks to a contact, we ended up with no fewer than 19 machines to sell on commission - and sell them I certainly did. One buyer tickled me by saying I should work for United Nations because of my persuasive powers. I really didn't want to have to take any heavy machinery back home with me! "Hard work" wasn't in it, four months of preparations, awkward requests, the occasional silly person, PayPal glitches, stupid person in a parcel depot who mis-typed my address.... but I raised £1708 for the Framework Knitters Museum. I have since received some very nice thank you notes. Life is going to fall rather flat now. I think I was lucky with the date of the event - no snow, no floods, and before the government restrictions on movements with regard to Coronavirus - so many of the devotees must be over 70, as indeed I am myself, of course). There is only so much knitting I can do in a day before my arms start aching, I am not going to find being cooped up easy, and losing yet another holiday to outside circumstances is not going down well. I had put a couple of projects by to start on holiday, as per usual, will be breaking them out now. One is a pair of mittens with a big fat sheep whose tummy contains little sheep. Another is getting on with the sunflower filet kitchen curtain now I have found the correct replacement cotton yarn. I am nearly halfway up that now - but again, two complete rows and my arm and wrist start hurting.