The good news is I finally got my own swift and winder. The unwound hanks were starting to pile up and Knit Picks had a good deal. My first couple of balls were all sloppy then I figured out that the tensioner had to be pulled out everything went fine. I was having so much fun I had to tear myself away to do other stuff. Well that turned out to be the highlight of my evening. I was trying to finish up a pair of socks to give to my sister this weekend and at the very end of the last sock - seriously, I had only one more decrease row to go then finish off the toe and I droped the last SSK off the needle and it instantly dropped down like three rows. After trying to pick them back up for almost 15 minutes I decided to tink back as many rows as I needed to to get them. Well, I'm on size 0s, my stitches are nice and tight and the yarn is just elastic enough to really make it difficult. Long story short I ended up pulling the needles out and unraveling the entire toe past all the decreases back to the foot and picking up the stitches again. Two hours later I think I have it all fixed but I'm also ready for bed and the loony bin. This is the first time that knitting has almost made me cry like a little girl - really, in between cursing like a sailor and primal screams, I almost started bawling. I'm about to pick that sock up again and hopefully finish it. If anyone knows a knitting god to pray to, please let me know.