A few results
A few bumps of fiber out of the pot, starting with some overdyeing with indigo:
A single dip of indigo by itself:
A llama/merino blend that had a dusty color that wasn't crazy about pre-dyeing, but its much improved now.
I live in a pile of bricks with a fire puter-outer, a Halloween enthusiast and a pretend lemur, who sometimes admits to being my second son. I have a kitchen for flowers. I know all the lyrics to the Spiderman theme song and (am forced to) sing it everyday. I cook with color. This was a blog mostly about yarn spinning and natural dyeing. Now, it is fair to say, it lacks direction entirely.
A few results
A few bumps of fiber out of the pot, starting with some overdyeing with indigo:
A single dip of indigo by itself:
The usual suspects
I've been dyeing a lot lately with the usual, the logwoods (purple and grey), quebracho red, madder and fustic. I tried myrobalan for the first time with less than spectacular results-it is supposed to make a nice teal color when overdyed with indigo.
I've done a lot of fiber, a little handspun. From left to right there these were dyed with: fustic, madder, myrobalan and I think more myrobalan. Myrobalan is a fruit pod from a tree that grows primarily in the foothills of the Himalayas, or so says my natural dye extract handbook. A better dyer than I could coax a clearer color perhaps. To be fair the skein of handspun was a tan merino with a fawn/white llama blend and it was dusty colored to begin with. It came out looking just plain dirty in the end-and I am pretty much enchanted with anything that is stained with grass or has a grape juice spill on it-Ooh! Naturally dyed! But this color was just bleah.
Crafting Something Cuter
Not only should I be ashamed of posting pictures of the shockingly ugly socks I am making, but maybe something bad should even happen to me for leaving the ugly pictures up for so long. So now, lets pretend I never said that last thing and just move on.
I woke up early Sunday morning and could not go back to sleep and so my day began in a peaceful way for a change. I am usually clinging to that last bit of weekend sleep and warm blanket goodness until the last moment, likely around 6:45am. Oh, sleeping in. Someone tell me I will know it again someday. But, waking early always has its perks, I got in a little work on my new project. I did a better job on knitting the cap this time, not that one can see the cap under the hair but I didn't like the misshapen caps I knit in the past. Of course, one is supposed to crochet these things but learning to crochet with mohair yarn is easier said than done. One day I will learn the proper way but for now I've pushed that day back a bit since I realized I can cast on about 35-40 stitches on size 8 needles and then just knit a cap of mohair yarn, decreasing as I go along until it is the proper shape.
Yes, we are having neck issues again but I dragged this head around with me today and sewed in some more hair and fussed with the neck/head shaping and I think I've got it a little closer to where I'd like it. Sadly, there is a doll making class this weekend that could likely solve my problems but I don't think I'll be able to make it. When I realized I couldn't go I got frustrated and started this new doll, I've fallen a little bit in love with the (many) imperfections of her features, as usual. J said she looked "blobby," which, is possibly a compliment, don't you think?