On my way home tonight I was stuck in horrendous traffic. Not “Friday afternoons in Austin suck” traffic. More like…”I hope no one was killed because only a serious accident could cause this” traffic. I had just left my LYS, so my first instinct was to knit the time away and that is when I realized I left without balling my yarn. How could I let this happen? I hate when I buy yarn on the internet and I have to form my own misshapen ball. It’s so much less aesthetically pleasing than the uniform ones created by a swift and ball winder…but here I was. I did the only thing a girl in my position could do.
I was pretty pleased with myself for getting that out of the way before I got home…but I’m not sure what the guy in the car next to me was thinking.