Okay, yeah. I am insane. But I enjoy it.
I spent the morning unraveling the tangled mess that my work-in-progress had become. Too many starts and stops in waiting rooms made the Irish Hiking Scarf yarn declare war. And it was a battle. Trying to find the end of the yarn became an impossible tasks. So I grabbed a handful of that lovely burgundy softness and began to wind it doubled. Somehow I had managed to grab the middle of the tangle. So of course the whole thing was wound before I found the end. And then I had to unwind the ball to rewind it. I am wondering if center-pull balls are worth the effort.

I am also wondering if I have been infected by gremlins. How else could my carefully wound center-pull ball of luscious wine become so badly knotted. Yes, it was gremlins. Drunken gremlins. Drunken mean yarn-besotted gremlins. And drunken mean yarn-besotted gremlins Don't Share !

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