Dyefest Day 2

I don't know why I was thinking that I needed to run out and use my coupons at Joann's to buy fabric. Short on containers, every single cup, bowl, bucket and the rest of the lunch bags got pressed into service hold all the cloth I had ready to dye.
There's everything here; supergauze, heavy canvas, sheeting, more of that embroidered tablecloth, the Berry Experiment, that Pimatex cotton, a bundle of contemporary flour sacks, and overdyeing a lot of vintage quilting cotton pastels.

Yes, it's quite exhausting. And now to see if Reduran really works...

jelly wonders

Jake & Missy went to the Chattanooga Aquarium last weekend and I loaned Jake my older digital camera without any time for any instructions. These pictures may not be perfect but still, they have their own wonder.

And some pictures you don't need to work hard for at all.

Anniversary Day 2 - Dyefest

All things pale and lifeless prepare to be reborn in a blaze of glory!

Hot & humid makes for a great, if short, day at the Lawrenceville Frankenstein Dyeworx.  I got a late jump on the day so spent the morning prepping the cloth and the work area. Then a long time spent mixing a new set of colors with almost too much to work with. New standards from A. and a flock of "old" bizarre colors from Linda like propeach and Chino that turned purple.

None of these went into the shake bottle by themselves so strange and new colors are batching. This is a swatch of monk's cloth. I'm too hot and tired to sneak a peek rinse so stay tuned.

All this time..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was 33 years ago today & tomorrow.We get to celebrate two days because the judge who came to our house to perform the ceremony discovered he was outside of his jurisdiction and had us meet him at town hall for a do-over very early the next morning....Happy memories ...and Happy Anniversary my darlin'

fresh starts and limitations

Without room or time for much else, the sketchbook has  been put to use. The basic notion is all I will hope to retain - my ideas on paper almost never make it to cloth but this one's soul has legs.

Anyone who buys my fabrics has to know that I keep the juiciest pieces for myself.  Rooting through the "mine" pile has me itching to get this one underway.



Since my adventure in day surgery my left shoulder has been grieving me in ways that make me think about just how in the hell they transferred my comatose self from the operating table to the the recovery area. It feels as if they just dragged me by my left arm which most probably just dislocated. Could I prove it? Hardly. Do I feel it constantly? Yes but it's getting better very slowly. Right now, it' s hard to do al the mundane things right handers leave to the left..the holding, the reaching. Every previously taken for granted movement has to be considered first for the "DONT DO THAT" quotient. This too shall pass.