I feel like I am officially a knitter and as happy as the little girl in this photo. Happy because I never have to do the task that she is doing ever again. I never need to wind a ball of yarn while someone else holds the skein, or while it is propped up between the backs of two of our dining room chairs (although that was a great day when I discovered that one).
Let me back up…. When I was in College at Northwestern I used to walk into the Yarnery or other cute yarn shops and for some reason would pine over the beautiful Yarn Swift they would have for sale. (Actually, I must admit that I recently learned that they are called “Yarn Swifts.”) They were too expensive and unnecessary for a college student to buy. After all, it is a good work out to hold the yarn between my feet and hold them up in the air while I wind yarn. But this beautiful thing now belongs to me and was a gift from my mother-in-law for my birthday.
For those of you who are curious, this is a yarn swift:
How wonderful! But it gets even better…
I also used to go into those cute little yarn shops and steer clear of the yarn that comes like this, just because I knew the hassle it would cause when I got home. Now, I head right to it and I’m actually disappointed when the yarn I want is is already a ball! The other day I got this and *horray* I needed to wind it into a ball!
Now if that’s not bad enough, I got a package in the mail that is a Christmas gift from my dad. No, I did not cheat and open the box, the box just happened to be adorned with a huge picture of what is inside. It is official, I must be a knitter if I have one of these in my house:
So now this is what I have under my tree. I added a bow so I wouldn’t be tempted to open it just to peek because I know peeking would turn into using and it would never make it’s way back into the box.