At the end of the forty-five minute simmering of my natural dye experiments, the red was gorgeous and the goldenrod was a beautiful, glistening honey color. The hydrangea leaves, on the other hand, had tanked. It was kind of a pale gray with a tinge of yellow green. Not very exciting. In the pot:
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Natural Experiments, part two
Posted in Dyeing, Fiber, Oops, tagged alum, cream of tarter, fleece, goldenrod, hydrangea leaves, mordant, red flower, sun annual on June 19, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Natural Experiments
Posted in Dyeing, Fiber, Oops, tagged alum, cream of tartar, fleece, goldenrod, hydrangea leaves, mordant, red flower, sun annual on June 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
As I walked out on the back porch to drain yet another pot of wool I noticed these flowers. Not the “Oh, that’s pretty” sort of notice, nor the “I need to water or deadhead those” kind. It was the “Red = Color = Dye!” kind of notice. Eaten up by curiosity I ran back [...]
A Near Miss
Posted in Oops, Yarn, tagged merino+tencel, three-ply on February 8, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I finished the lovely pink, merino/tencel yarn! It’s a surprisingly consistent yarn, except for one point about a quarter away from the end when it changes weight. Apparently I started it spinning a lot thinner and forgot. Ah well. It happens.
Teal Trouble
Posted in Oops, Project Progress, tagged pullover, Rebecca, skeins, worsted weight on January 25, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Okay, so I dyed the Rebecca yarn teal, and that felt like enough of an adventure, what with too much dye powder and all. How could it get worse? Well, for starters, I suddenly discovered that I’m not up to creating a garment of this importance without a pattern. And I found this out after [...]
Perplexed But Not Despairing
Posted in Fiber, Oops, Walking Wheel, tagged alpaca, batt, felting, gawain, half-moon bag, hand carded, jester, rolag, spinning from the fold on January 2, 2009 | 2 Comments »
A new year. A time for new projects. In other words, pulling out the bags of alpaca fleece and diving into them. Look at them. Sitting there in that basket. Calling. And I was quick to hear it calling, I’ll admit. Last night, full of hope I grabbed a few locks and sat down in [...]
