Wednesday, February 18, 2009
An Umbrella Swift Kick
I'm now the proud parent of an umbrella swift. Which means I no longer have any fear of yarn that's put up in skeins or hanks. It still takes me half an hour to wind up a hank of Baruffa Cashwool, but it's much less likely to make me scream with rage at the number of tangles I create while trying to wind yarn from a pile on the bare floor, which is what I did pre-swift. Talk about a much appreciated Valentine's gift from someone who knows me way, way too well. Next time I'm seen in public, I'll probably still be making cranking motions with my right hand because I've spent several days organizing my stash and winding yarn.... it's seriously worth it, though.