Yup, I dyed myself some cotton sock yarn.
I am deeply in love with an art that allows you to make beautiful things with absolutely no knowledge or talent, and a set of vague instructions. The happy accidents that conspired to make this yarn mean I will owe the universe later, but I don't care, this is good stuff, and I can't wait to have socks made of this stuff. I hope I made enough.
I also decided I needed to have A Piece of Vermont. Specifically, Blue Columbine.
Is it not the most gorgeous thing?
This is wool, so I'm doing a test. If I can't wear these, I'll likely cry, and maybe I might give them to someone else. Maybe I'll just keep them to pet and look at.
And lastly, we're in the home stretch. This is good, because I have 8 days.
2 comments:
Oooo, very nice! And you're good at making the skanks, too!
All that build up to the dyeing and that's all we get? How about some details? Did you enjoy it? Did all go according to plan? Will you do it again? It looks pretty cool.
Glad to see the Blue Columbine arrived!
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