For evening making it's mostly knitting, because my eyes are too tired for small cloth stitching by night time. Usually, it's socks, and usually it's the same old memorized pattern I've made for years. I thought I'd mix it up and try a new pattern. Our library had this great book, and this is the "Firefly" pattern. I've started it a couple of times, and have had to tink back in several spots (evidenced by the kinked up yarn) . It's not the pattern's fault, rather user-error. Concentration, memory and focus seem to have gone by the wayside these days.
But there was a time when I could KNIT. Really knit. Anything. Cables, color-work, intarsia, anything. This is the sweater I taught myself to knit with both hands on, carrying two colors in each AT THE SAME TIME. I barely remember doing it. It was long ago, in the 90's, before children, menopause, and brain blur.
This morning I went to the basement for a pair of socks. While down there I did laundry, looked for something, brought up toilet paper, etc... On the third trip down I remembered to get the socks, only because I chanted "socks, socks, socks" the whole way.
