I will not be defeated

 I was digging in the stash to decide what my next lace project would be, when disaster struck.  

The skein was wound weird.  It was wound in vertical circles, like a stack of pancakes.  I can see the logic.  When in the tall, skinny plastic bag, you could just knit off the top, circling down the skein.  But if the yarn was removed from the plastic, or in this case, fell, it did not work at all.  The tower of wound circles toppled, the individual circles separated.  The more I tried to pick up, the more tangled everything became.  

So I started the long process in untangling the yarn.  Hours on Saturday.  Hours on Sunday.  I finally finished on Monday.  My husband rolled his eyes at me, my children mocked me, but I would not give up.  

This was a puzzle, and one that I would solve.  I would not let the yarn defeat me.  I tangle the yarn, it doesn't tangle me.  It is only failure if you give up.  Platitudes like these scrolled through my mind.