Wound up

Pay attention .
Today we are making cords.

I like to help but she won't let me.
I keep a close eye on proceedings.

She keeps them in a jar so I can't chew them.

But they are so deliciously chewable and shiny.

She's got this machine with hooks on.

And because I don't have opposable thumbs and couldn't hold it even if she wanted me to, she made a wooden thingy. (She think she's so clever)

The other end has to be fixed to the other side of the room.

She picks up a few threads and ties them to a hook on the board...

then she walks back and forth back and forth until all the four hooks have a double thickness of threads on each and I've gone dizzy watching her.

She leaves the stopper in and picks up the machine and turns the handle....

until the threads are tightly twisted in 4 rows.

Then she pulls out the stopper

and carries on winding in the same direction.
The threads all twist together and she takes them off the hooks and ties the ends.












Here they are..out of my way.



















OOOOOhhhh!



















It drives me mad.

Then she does it all again with different colours.