All our guests left on Tuesday, and I've been slowly putting my house back together and catching up on emails and such. Thanks to all who left comments while I was away - I did read them, although I didn't always have time to answer.
A month or so ago, I declared to Alicia that No One ever hand-winds hanks of yarn into balls, and she skipped off and bought herself a swift and ball-winder.
So guess what I just did?!
Hee hee hee.
This morning I was digging through one of my stash boxes looking for something, and I came across this old hank of handspun. I thought it might work for a Miranda hat, so I put it aside. I made this so long ago, I can't really remember what the fiber is, except that I do remember it's superwash. I also remember that I have a whole lot more of it - I think I bought something like 3 pounds, and only made this one hank!
When I found a little time to wind it this afternoon, I decided that rather than get out my own swift and ball-winder, I'd use the lovely nostepinne my father made me years and years ago. Dad was a great woodworker, and this beautiful tool is just one of many cherished items he made for me.
It felt so nice and relaxing and organic to hand-wind this ball. The wood on the nostepinne is smooth and silky from the oils of my hands and the wools I've wound on it; the shape fits perfectly into my hand, and the heft is just right. This tool lives in the knitting basket right next to my chair, and although I don't use it often any more, I do get it out and just hold it.
Have any of you ever wound a ball of yarn using a nostepinne? Somehow, I find it less tedious than hand-winding. I guess that's because I love mine so much.