Have you ever seen a mess coming and despite your best efforts, it just got worse and worse? That’s what happened with the red yarn I was using for the mystery I’m working on.
I’m working with four skeins of yarn and as I cut one, it ends up in my chair, I sit on it, I move around and I’ve made a mess out of all four skeins but the red one was a huge mess.
It kept getting longer and skinnier til it no longer looked like a round cake of yarn but more like a long, fat cigar. It got so tangled that I broke off two pieces and tried to re-wind it by hand and then the main skein belched off this big yarn mess so I had to take it over to the sewing room and totally re-wind/re-skein it.
I had explained to Vince that the ball winder and the yarn swift HAD to stay where I could use them. I’m not complaining . . he’s helping . . but I walked in there and the swift was gone! It would have taken me hours to untangle that mess of yarn and re-wind it by hand. I started back to the house to ask him if he knew where it was, hoping it wasn’t packed in a box not to be found for months. I do have another ball winder and swift in MO but . . I need one in Texas too.
Just as I was about to walk out, I saw it on top of the fridge. Grabbed that rascal, attached it to the cutting table, did what I had to do and put it back on top of the fridge. I told him I was going over there to wind that skein of yarn. I wonder if he ever thought . . she’ll never find that swift. But . . that’s a discussion we’re not going to have unless he brings it up.