The mids of August

 

About four, I ran out of threads and called it Good for the day.

 

Left the mess as was.

I see a very hot field. There was rock music.

Tomorrow* I will dial in the Blues.

*tomorrow being now. Me recovering horizontally from back treatment. Gimme a few hours. I'll do the Blues when it's hottest out.

Dharma

 

Evidence of a life well lived. 

Before dawn, I opened all the upstairs windows and doors to the fresh air. 68 degrees, clear and dry. A gorgeous day in the making. James Lee Burke would write "Aborning". I don't think I've ever seen that word in print beyond his novels. 

The post title set me surfing for meaning and I have never gotten back such a load of conflicting crap. I won't even dwell on it.

At the post office, an elderly (listen to me talk) gentleman from Pakistan proselytized gently while we waited in line. I usually have a "Praise Beelzebub" for such conversations, but he was doing his thing and I let him roll on without dishing any snark. He was there for a passport picture.  I advised him. "Don't smile."

Business accomplished, I met a friend for lunch and we cackled and rattled our scaly claws over the indictments. Naming the prosecutors one by one. Cackling some more. 

Came home to a smorgasbord of sense delights. My garden, run wild with some alien-looking weeds. Cicadas tuning up. The big Joro spiders webbing up the windows again. Sleeping cats. 

And a fat package on the doorstep.

I am so in love with these colors. Imagining what they will do dancing together!

 

This is going to be a very special dyefest. 

dynamite

dragon fruit

bright yellow

marigold

blue violet

houdini blue

peacock

but right now, the Braves are still in NY slaying them.  I listen to the game on an AM radio station. The closest thing to time travel I know of. 

More scrapping

Let me preface this post with a statement: 

Yee haw! Fani Willis! Ride that mangy mango down! 

I had a pneumonia shot yesterday morning and slept blissfully when the indictments broke the news. The world keeps spinning, hopefully leaving that turd to dry up and blow away. But the lessons? Never.

Orders packed and off to the post office later. I anticipate walking into the lobby (usually relatively empty late Tuesdays) and cackling loudly knowing most of the counter staff will join me.

I dug through my personal stash and liberated a lot of cloth into the general fund. Think of how all of our days add up to so much making time! One by one, not so much, but as a group? Amazing. 

That little snitch of green? Silk or rayon, I can't be sure without a burn test.

While I was working, the pieces in the last photo got chummy and asked to be transferred to the River Basket. 

I'm easy.

Stormlight

 

We had a hair-raising series of thunderstorms Sunday afternoon. It caught a lot of people off guard. The cats were annoyed because I rounded them up and locked the cat door.  

These pictures are just after the storm finally passed. Very odd light for six pm.

My poor dye deck needs a custodian.

Those hotel pans on the high deck were empty before the storm. I collect water up there for the indoor plants. And thirsty cats.

Threaded

 

That's the rest of them., except for a few that somehow found space in my thread box.

All posted for sale here and here.

I wandered on the supplier path this time.  Two years since I last visited Dharma Trading. New colors this late in the year? Why not.

Dynamite red, Houdini blue, Dragonfruit, Marigold, Blue Violet, Peacock and, of course, Raven.

Let me know if anyone has any raggedy old table linens, cotton, or silk garments headed for recycling. Color fixes almost anything.