Last night, I needed to wind a new hank of yarn. My swift is in storage, and I didn't want to bother with doing laps around a couple chairs. So I carefully laid out the hank, and started balling the yarn, convinced that if I was simply careful, I could get by.
This mess was a speedy result. As I wound more yarn, the mess grew. Hour after hour, I detangled and wound the yarn. Really, I could have walked to my mothers basement and back and spent less hours than detangling my yarn.
I felt even more silly when I realized that my swift was home after all.
Today, it is all about the tangles.