Yeah. Cranky. As in a giant, cranky ball winder that showed up in the mail today.
My good old basic Royal is stripped (you know, how they start making that clicking, slipping noise – it drives me crazy.) So I decided to step up a notch and this was it. Freakin’ thing is huge, but it’s nice because it has much better tension control, and hopefully it will hold out for a few more years.
But that’s nowhere near the end of crankay around here. Sophie’s teething something awful. I made the mistake of drinking two beers instead of just one last night at a barbecue, and woke up with a hangover this morning. argh. I had my share of cranky all morning, too.
But it’s all good. I had a pleasant surprise this evening…I got an e-mail from my cousin Joe who I haven’t seen or heard from in forever. He is the youngest of three boys, all about 10 years older than me and my sister. He used to give us piggy back rides, and we worshipped them. If you’re reading, Joe, thanks for checking in. It was good to hear from you.
It’s past my bedtime, and I’ve got about a million more things to do getting ready for our trip.
See the color of that table? That’s me. Positively green with yarn ball winder envy. Are there any skeins of yarn even sold that fit on the small winder? Cuz if there are, I’ve never found one. I’m always futzing with the last third of the skein as it winds itself over the edge of the base. *sigh*