Friday, March 18, 2016

Ode to a Ball Winder

For a year and a half you were my assistant.
Winding yarn into balls, size always consistent.
Your electric spinning saved me hours,
Even when your only setting was high power.

Although I was annoyed with how your cord kept me tethered,
You spit out yarn cakes, even as your gears grew weathered.
Even non-knitters were impressed by your skills,
The amount of yarn we've gone through gives me chills.

Now you are gone, your wheels spin no more,
But I still have unwound skeins galore.
Without you, I am back to winding by hand.
Now I sincerely understand how your power was grand.

RIP to my Boye electric yarn winder.  <3

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