It came yesterday. It was in a plain, ordinary looking brown box. "Barnes and Noble" read the side, in cheery green print. "Booksellers", it continued below. Wrapped with half a roll of tape, one might have misconstrued this object as yet another vehicle in which piles of knititng books, magazines and other periodicals could have been brought to my door. But it was much to small for that.
No, within this box lay madness.
My very own ball winder (!!!!) has appeared, and to no greater joy than my husband's. Really. You would think a ball winder wouldn't be such an exciting toy. It's the small things in life, right?
He's cute and he winds my yarn. Sorry gals, he's taken.
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