Not going out

I was going into town today to have lunch at a restaurant with the working girls and then take a look at the Jean Muir exhibition at the National Museum of Scotland. In the way of a girl who hasn't been out for a week I was quite excited about this, cleaned my shoes, painted my nails and this morning washed, conditioned and blow dried my hair. A fair amount of snow had fallen overnight and it has continued to snow all morning to the extent that I'm not prepared to venture out for a 40+ mile drive. Oh dear, the disappointment. I'm not one for spontaneity, I hate a sudden change of plan and now I don't know what to do with myself. Mr FF is watching football and I really need a big project to occupy me.

I've finished the Opal socks, I really love them and intended to wear and show them (and my nails) off today .

I've started another pair using up odd balls, knitting the rib, heel and eventually the toe in one yarn the body of the sock in another. They'll make a decent pair for me and reduce the stash. Not as exciting as going out though, I feel like a child that has just had Christmas cancelled, I must get over this I'm 60 not 6.