I still do patchwork occasionally, though I tend to hand piece these days in preference to machine piecing, hence the punctured fingers. I'm also covered in lint and have quilting pins stuck in my lapel. I feel like a walking craft table.
Knitting is slow at the moment my mojo is on a go slow more than totally missing. It doesn't help finding all those books in the attic. It has some brilliant books/authors from Stephen Donaldson to Anne McCaffrey. It's like finding lots and lots of old friends.