The temperature out on the deck did peak at 80, but the sun's angle was...elsewhere. I usually work much hotter than this, so I'm tempering my expectations. I haven't picked through the archives to confirm it, but this is the latest I've ever had a dyefest.
There was little to no thought or prep. Just did it.
When I started throwing wads of wet cloth on the boards, I knew I was running out of steam.
The small, long bundles have six or eight skeins of thread inside. Those all had a brief soak in the magic sauce, and then I started slinging color. Dip, splash, pour, dash. Ruined one of my tan suede clogs. That was a poor choice.
The chemistry is over. The magic, the heart stuff, will come tonight when the full moon beats down on all of this mess and makes it special.
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2 comments:
Ooh...I can't wait to see!
clogs ruined? or perhaps began their transition to a new form of expression (said the woman who convinced her spouse to toss his leftover paint water on the front porch in random splooshes)
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