Things were worse than this to start with! I was half-way through sorting it out when I decided to take a photo. |
When
I stop hooking I carefully wind my yarns, and stash them in one of those
brightly coloured plastic baskets you can pick up quite cheaply in
supermarkets, garden centres and DIY stores. I’ve got a couple, and they’re
pink, so they look pretty, and have handles, so they are practical as well, and can be
toted around the house with ease. You wouldn’t think things would get so muddled
up inside them, but they do… Scissors and hooks vanish overnight, while yarns
fling themselves about, coming to rest with strands entwined round strands, like
beans on a stick, but much more tenacious… Then there are the knots that appear
by magic… Knots previously unknown to Man, impossible to unravel… Who makes
them?
The
whole thing is one of Life’s Great Imponderable Mysteries, but whatever the
reason, I need a solution – and I think I’ve found it! I had a Lightbulb Moment
whilst trying to disentangle the latest Work in Progress (actually it’s one of
several, because I like to have a number of projects on the go at the same time).
This particular WIP is a ripple blanket (pattern courtesy of Lucy over at Attic 24 – I wonder if she gets this
problem?). Anyway, there are an awful lot of threads because there’s an awful
lot of wool (oddments and new), to say nothing of all those loose ends
I promised to weave in as I went along, but never did.
Old-fashioned brown elastic bands make great wool detanglers - much better than the pretty coloured ones which are too thin to hold the ends of wool in place. |
I
did consider investing in one those natty gadgets that winds wool into
neat little cakes, but they might not stay that So I’m trialling my
Brainwave - elastic bands!!! Yes, that’s right, elastic bands…. Not to crochet
with (that’s just silly, even though Loom Bands, their posh cousins, are so
popular at the moment).
Anyway, I've untangled threads, cut off the knotted sections, and wound my wool into misshapen balls(I defy anyone to produce
perfect spheres). Then I slipped an elastic band around each of them, and slung a
few into a carrier bag to test my Invention. I jiggled them and joggled them,
and shook them all about. I threw the bag up and down and round and round. I
prodded it and poked it, and jumped up and down on it!
Then came the moment of truth, and I crossed my fingers and held my breath as I upended the bag. I could hardly bear to look, but each ball of wool came rolling out in perfect condition, neat, tidy and ravelled (if that’s not a word, it should be – after all, you can have unravelled, so what’s wrong with ravelled as its opposite, especially where yarn is concerned).
Ta-daa! A pink plastic basket of untangled wool! |
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