That ball sure looks innocent enough, doesn't it? Well, don't let it fool you. This little bugger took me 2 HOURS to wind last night! This hank of Fleece Artist yarn, like several of the others I've dealt with in the past, looked like a normal hank that should have wound up without a problem. It really did. But when I started winding, it quickly became apparent that it was going to be one of THOSE hanks. You know the type. Every few turns around, you get stuck and need to weave your tiny little ball through the strands to free it again, only to try to get into the winding rhythm again and immediately have to stop. Again.
Every time you stop to untangle, you hope that's the magic tangle that will unlock the whole skein and allow you to reach the end without stopping again. And every time you stop, it's never the last time. In fact, that "last stop" didn't occur until there were only about 10 strands left on the hank! By then, 2 hours later, I really wanted to say "Thanks, but no thanks!" to that liberating tangle. It felt like a slap in the face after all that time!
Two hours. TWO HOURS, people!
It's a good think you're gorgeous, little ball. Cuz if you weren't, you would be living in the trash bag right now, next to last night's sparerib bones.
Your looks aren't your only redeeming quality, though. The Merino's so soft and shiny, and the fabric you knit up into is stunning. You're easy to knit and a pleasure to watch as your colors play in and out of eachother. I've only knit you a tiny little bit, but I think based on this much:
That I forgive you.