I went home for Christmas yesterday. Since the roads were crap, and I am recovering from some sort of terrible plague, it was probably not a good idea.
However, having knit eight pairs of socks, I was going to deliver them, dammit.
Plus, I had to pick up these:
The background wheel belonged to my grandmother, the foreground wheel, my dad purchased at an auction sale. Neither of them are operational, but the one in the front has potential.
Not Christmas gifts, because we don't do that, but, a very good Christmas nonetheless.