Fembat

Fembat

Ouch

I had the skein of yarn from hell on Wednesday night. I put in on my swift only to discover that it was horribly twisted and so knotted it was almost impossible to do anything with it. I spent an hour on it and barely wound up a quarter of a 50g skein.

In the end, frustrated and almost in tears with anger over it, I asked Himself to help. He doesn't normally like to get involved with winding skeins as he knows what a mess they can be in (and it gives him cramps in his muscles to sit holding one in outstretched hands) but he could see I'd hit a dead end and came along to help just as long as I held the skein and he did the winding and un-knotting. It must have been another hour and half before we finally got it looking like a ball of yarn.

I've been in terrible pain as a result. My right shoulder was solid and the pain travelled up the side of my neck into my face. My right eye keeps watering as a result. I've had to rest this past couple of days and naps have been the only way to cope. I'm extremely annoyed about yarn. It was very expensive, being cashmere, and I don't expect a skein to be thrown together when paying those sort of prices. The problem is that it's almost fashionable for hand painted yarns to be sold in a twisted skein rather than wound into a ball. I'm almost at the point where I'm no longer looking at such yarns because I can't bear the thought of what kind of condition they might be in.

Still, that skein of yarn is now a ball of yarn ready to be knit into a scrummy, warm and soft pair of sock for Himself. Only another 4 skeins of the same yarn to wind. I'm dreading them!

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