Ode to the Yarn Whisperer

It was a dark and stormy night... (Not really, but it was by the time I finished with this hank of yarn...)

So, the REAL deal is this. I purchased some really gorgeous Alp Light from Aylin and couldn't wait to get it into a project. I got home, all excited and set up the ball winder, ready to go. (insert sound of screeching tires...)

If you're not familiar with Alp Light it has every conceivable type of fiber in the hank and hangs badly. Add to this, I was not using a swift; I don't have one. Eventually, after much cursing and a few more gray hairs, I enlisted the aid of my DH and almost two hours later we had a center-pull ball of yarn! We promptly opened a bottle of wine and discussed who was getting the silver and who was getting the TV(many threats of divorce over winding this hank of yarn).

I promptly banished all the Alp Light, the ball I had just wound and the three leftover hanks, to the darkness of the closet and left them there for more than two months as punishment.

Finally, after most of the memories faded I decided to take the hanks back to Aylin's and ask for some secrects or tips on winding this stuff.

Well, not only did I get an education in the finer points of swifting difficult yarn, but Aylin sat there with me for the better part of an hour and helped me wind a hank that had come undone in the bag. She was **sooooooooo** patient and knew exactly what to do with that yarn to bring it into submission. What a amazing experience.

Here's to you, Yarn Whisperer. (Bows deeply). I am happy to also report that harmony has been restored in the Barton household (I'm taking it all!).