The miracle ball winder

I had kind of a pissy evening last night. I left work in an ok mood, and arrived home in a foul mood, thanks to the "self" checkout line at the grocery store. The universe must have known, and balanced things out by having my ball winder sitting there waiting for me when I got home. I balled a skein without a swift, since I haven't ordered it yet (next Joann sale, baby). It was a pain in the ass. I wound a ball from a ball I'd wound. It was wonderful. So I rewound the ball I'd wound from the skein, and now it's wonderful. My balls got better with practice. Happiness is watching Lost and playing with a new ball winder. :-D