Wool Goddess

Let me just say it loud and proud: I don’t buy skeins of yarn. Not anymore. Not because I don’t love their charming, rustic, “I’m a real fiber artist” aesthetic. Not because I don’t admire them sitting neatly on shelves like little bundles of cosy promise. No, I’ve simply learned that skeins and I… we do not get along.

I have tried. Believe me. I’ve read the tutorials. I’ve watched the YouTube videos with the soothing voices and perfectly behaved yarn. I’ve even tried roping in innocent bystanders (partners, pets, chairs, my own knees) to help me unravel the chaos. But no matter what I do, that skein looks at me with quiet defiance and says, “You think you’re in control here? Adorable.”

Every time I attempt to unwind a skein, it starts with hope and ends in knots. I try to be patient. I really do. I sit there, gently turning it, slowly winding a neat little ball in my hand, and then—BAM—a tangle from the depths of yarn hell. Suddenly I’m trapped in a time warp, six hours deep, muttering to myself like a pirate trying to untie an ancient cursed rope.

And yet… the stubborn girl in me refuses to admit defeat. I will not be bested by string. So I keep going, pretending like I’m having the time of my life. Oh yes, nothing I love more than spending my weekend detangling what looks like a woolly spaghetti incident. This is totally relaxing.

But eventually, after enough battles and bruises (emotional ones, mostly), I realised something important: I’m just a ball of yarn girl. And that’s okay.

Give me a tidy, pre-rolled ball and I’m in my happy place. I can dive into my project with joy and ease, no pre-battle, no passive-aggressive stare-downs with twisted loops. Just me, my needles, and the kind of yarn that doesn’t try to sabotage me from the get-go.

So skeins, it’s not you……it’s ermm….. no it is absolutely you!

I wish you well in your tangled journey with someone else. As for me, I’ll be over here, rolling with my yarn balls and living my best untangled life.

Can you relate?

Love & hugs