My awesome husband and I jokingly refer to skeins of yarn as “skanks.” We talk about them in terms of how “skanky” a yarn may or may not be. It’s been the backdrop of much silliness and such. We’re dorks like that.
This past weekend, the aforementioned awesome hubby bought me an early birthday gift: a yarn winder. I was absolutely delighted. I spent Saturday night winding approximately 4000 yards of yarn. Some of it was in a tangled heap that, without the winder, was going to be tossed out. Some of it started out as projects that were doomed to failure, then left to sit (and get tangled with other yarns). Some of it was new. Almost all of it is wool. Much of it is leftovers of other projects, and now I must find a pattern I like enough to let me incorporate the many colors together. I’m thinking a stripey vest or such.
Some of it is new sock yarn, destined to become a brilliant pair of black merino socks for my hubby. It’s squishy and beautiful and if it knits up as well as it feels like it can, it may become my go-to sock yarn. (It’s ShiBuiKnits Sock Yarn in charcoal, for those of you who may be curious about these things.) I also wound a gorgeous cake of Malabrigo sock yarn in “Stonechat” for myself, and can’t wait to get it on the needles.
Anyway, all the talk of yarn had hubby wondering the difference between hanks and skeins. I told him that skanks have already been balled.
Thus endeth the potty humor for the moment.










