After all these years I have only just experienced the joy of yarn swift and ball winder. Yes, you read correctly. Years of hand-balling hanks of yarn both thick and thin made me hardened to the need for gadgets. It seemed an extravagance. A waste. Then, with one glorious taste of the double-contraption, I immediately sent off for one of my very own. It was simply too wonderful and too satisfying to pass up. No more yarn-on-feet, yarn-on-chair or yarn-on-boyfriend!
I must of course give credit to to my friend, the aforementioned Lady Socks, who may now be referred to as "devil temptress" or some variation thereof for tempting me to multiple fiber-related purchases (also recalling the WEBS incident here).
My post is inspired by the receipt of said contraption, and I can't wait to get home tonight to ball some yarn. I'm sure that my better half will be thrilled.
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