Steve got me a swift and yarn winder for Christmas. It’s possible that I may not have been able to wait until breakfast was cleared away to play with my new toy. I was a good girl and shared, though maybe not quite happily. Everyone had a turn. It’s also possible that I went a bit overboard and balled just about every scrap of yarn in the house.
. . . and balled during cake. . . ! I love it! I got a swift a year or so ago, and it totally transformed my ball winding life!
Baked French Toast actually, but it might as well have been cake!