Don't cry for me, Yarngentina

You wanted to see more of that yarn, right? Well, here's the last good photo I was able to take of some of it:

After that, I was so woozy from the sheer volume of yarn, and also I think from the smell coming off of the ball winder (maybe oil? maybe oil and fiber?) that good photos became impossible to produce.

Exhibit A - dark, blurry, crooked (and not in a good way)


Exhibit B - terribly lit and composed. Also blurry.

By the way, see how the phone is off the cradle in this one? That's because I'm calling everyone I know to try to describe the gobs and gobs of yarn.


Exhibit C - Buh.


How hard can it be? Seriously. There's no reason for that piss-poor quality.

I'm taking it as a sign that my nerves are obviously shot, and that this much yarn can't be good for anyone. Or maybe the yarn is so glorious that it can't be photographed. In any event, we've still got a bag the size of a first-grader left to wind, and I will try to take more blog-responsible photos. Promise.

Yarngentina!