I was giddy. I surprised myself with the sudden thrall I felt while caressing the smooth wood of the handcrafted swift. My daughter joined in and declared the first hank of yarn being spun into a cake ,"the most exciting thing all day!" Note to self: get out more.
My frustrated grumblings like "son of a monkey trainer!" were soon replaced with laughter and joy when the carved wooden screw decided to finally turn in the threads (soap helps).
I guess industrialization isn't so bad after all. When the cake of Tess sock yarn was complete, Miss A wanted to spin another. I told her this was the only hank I needed to wind. She told me to go buy more. Yes, indeed.
Thanks to all the elves out there who ensured this gift would arrive in my hands. I love it. Too bad I have to drive an old beat up car to the yarn shop... might as well try right?