Juicy self dealing

 

It's why I started dyeing stuff in the first place. Getting mine first!

But mindful of the fact that I'm not in any creative flush at the moment, I'm not going to wind these onto bobbins for a while. They may well wind up back in the shop.

Maybe when I sober up from this state of drunk on color and get real about just how much thread I really need.

But that's my problem. You can run amok!

I updated the store with some of the Electric Eclectics, but ran out of good morning light. 

 

Some of these colorways are very hard to capture. It's like photographing opals. 

a day flipped over

 I went to sleep with plans of spending the day away with friends. Lunch and the pool, maybe a game on the radio (we are all Braves fans). Gnashing our teeth over politics and having a weep over Dolly and Tim Curry. 

Heavy rain, thunder and lightning here and no guarantee that an hour away it wouldn't be more of the same. I've been swimming in the rain before, but lightning? No thanks. 

Everything green and living outdoors heaved a deep sigh of relief. 

I stepped out to push the houseplants out from under the overhang to make sure they got a good drenching. I'm going to have to re-home some of the bigger ones come fall. 

I should have gone out in the rain with a scrub brush and some soap for the lawn furniture. Instead, I sulked in the studio aimlessly. 

Another bonus: the last round of dyed cloth was batching outside on the deck. Everything was spread out on a large piece of thick cotton. Almost like canvas. The heavy rain saved me a lot of hand rinsing.

~🌑~

Plans in the wind, I sulked aimlessly in the studio. I was so dark I had to turn on the task lamp. I keep pulling this peace of linen out, each time, at a loss as to what I want to do with it. What I don't want to do is waste it somehow. It's a yard of 42" contemporary, mid-weight linen that I used to wipe my hands with during a dye session. I hand-hemmed it all the way around. 

My creative block is getting to be a bore. 

What I was really avoiding was going through the latest harvest. It's been a long time since I was so happy with the results. Before I can take any for myself, I have to weed out my thread box to make room for new colors. There will be a lot of half-used bobbins of thread tucked in with cloth bundles in the future!

Afternoon storm light is not at all good for getting accurate images . Maybe tomorrow.

The Juice

 The Eclectic Electrics

The stone ponies

(These are still damp so, a little wet thread porn here)

The cloth this time

 

It's going to be awhile before I can get all the cloth processed. One piece at a time, hand-rinsed, washed, rinsed, and depending on the run-off, maybe repeat the entire process.

There's a lot of textures and embroidery across a variety of types of cloth. Most of it came to me ironed to perfection. Sorry, it's not going out that way.

...and there's another medium - sized batch of cloth still steeping in the magic sauce and there was plenty of dye left in the shakers. We are expecting storms midday, so that's going to be my first order of business after coffee . 

We voted yesterday. I'm in the Georgia 13th House District and our candidate won! I was quite freaked out to find that only 23 votes were cast ahead of me at 1pm. But folks showed up.

The plan is, once the scrap basket is full, I'm going to pack and weigh a scrap bag and then take a video of an unpacking so people can see just what they are getting for their money. 

My companions

 The elders...Salem and Bailey 

And the young guns. Bong and Sophie. 

From go to done ~ gratitude.

 

From running the list and making ready. 

Thank you, Colin, for the heavy lifting and water management. 

For the music that keeps me moving forward when the sweat drips into my eyes. 

Thanks for the dappled shade from the mimosa seedling that has become a tree in the past few years. Alas, your days are numbered.

Thanks to the donors who saw potential in old and unused linens, sheets, napkins, and garments.

Thanks to the patrons who have supported this madness with loyalty all these years.

and thanks to Serendipity for turning out some very fine first fruits. 

These are the kinds of results that keep me going.