Finally, one day, a woman walked into the yarn store and picked up the little ball of yarn. "This one is perfect!" she said, and she bought the little ball of yarn and took it home with her. She got out her knitting needles and started to knit. She knit row after row after row, and slowly, the little ball of yarn began to become a sweater! It was happier than it had ever imagined it could be.
Every night, the woman and the little ball of yarn sat together, working on the sweater. Then, one day, the woman came home with a new ball of yarn. It was pink, and fluffy, and not very sweater-y. That night, the woman sat down with her new ball of yarn. The little ball of yarn was left in the basket, half-sweater, half-ball, abandoned. But it still sat up tall, looking as soft and as warm and as sweater-y as it could, waiting for the woman to come back and finish that last sleeve.
**This was written as an entry for the International Moleskine Exchange on Ravelry**