It's my birthday. I am 63 today but I don't want to talk about it. My mortality has been sorely tested this week and I need a diversion. I would rather talk about knitting. I have 85 grams of that naughty Christmas yarn left. That should get me a pair of socks.
I also have two sets of these Inox needles so the race is on.
It's going to be a two at a time race but I have no intention of getting them done by this Christmas. I'll work on them until January and then tuck them away to finish next year.
As insurance, I still have these bits and bobs in case I run out and if that fails, red toes would work, right?