There’s a whole lot of fun fur here. All the floofy yarn I ever bought, thinking of whipping up a cute scarf as a present for a ward clerk, or a preschool teacher, or whomever. Well, a few rows into those things, my cells begin to cry out for oxygen, and then the stuff lurks around . Enter the Sew Easy Knitting Machine, although my bestest friend Mary swears it is just like the Wonder Knitter of Christmas 1980. We cranked a few balls of yarn before returning to a few more normal projects, such as Turkish Socks. If I can only concentrate long enough on the plastic cranking thing, I can rid my house of these dust bunny balls of yarn. And never buy another ball again.