A weekend of minus temperatures inspired me to stay warm by cooking up a dye pot of indigo blue. The original dye project was some fabric I’m going to use for The Mother’s Day Project, but, because a good dye pot should never go to waste, I now have a lot of items dyed indigo blue.
I can’t show you everything, because I’m hoping some of the items will become part of a larger gift project for someone who regularly reads this blog. But, with a still full pot of blue, I grabbed a skein of wool from my stash – some handspun, hand dyed cotswold in bright, limey green, purchased in Maine two summers ago – and did this to it:
I used a roll of velcro plant support tape to bind and separate the skein for resist dyeing, not having any idea whether this technique would work or not.
The end result, now hanging to dry:
I’m thinking of a small tote bag, knit up in a firm linen stitch with some sections of paper and fabric collage . . .
Then it was time to settle into my living room nook in front of the fireplace and work on this mitten project while practicing lines from the Idiot Savant’s Guide to Football. By the end of the game, I had this to show:
which is considerably more than the home team could claim in the way of accomplishment. A pity since I was already composing (in my head) a special Super Bowl edition of the Idiot Savant’s Guide.
And, lest you think I exaggerate the excesses of fan-dom hereabouts, consider this: A lead NPR story on our local affiliate this morning included an interview with a professor of psychology giving tips to fans on how to deal with their devastating disappointment and manage to find a way to go on living.
I kid you not.