The weather finally decided to get with the program so it was a fine weekend for dyeing fiber and yarn. I have been itching to pull out the colors for weeks, maybe months. However, it has rained more days than not so trying to get anything to dry would have been next to impossible at best.
But this weekend… Oh, this weekend… What a fine time to be alive if you are a skein of undyed yarn or fiber! There is nothing like a good makeover to bring you out of the doldrums. Okay… Maybe not. I don’t wear makeup and no one is allowed near my head with a pair of scissors.
Natural dyeing was not something I thought I would have more than passing interest. However, I failed to realized that it taps strongly into my love of foraging. I love finding plants for the bun sisters to nibble on so they have a varied diet. But foraging to dye fiber or yarn? Ehh… Not so much.
Several weeks ago I started making my own hand painted fiber. After my heavy-handed first attempt at dyeing in a roasting pan, I figured I would have more control with this technique. And I do indeed. This is becoming an addictive part of working with fiber. I try to block at least one day a week to have fun and make a heck of a mess. This usually falls on Sundays so I can hang the fiber out with the week’s laundry.
I started a new venture this past fall. It’s something I never imagined myself doing. I’ve always been content to just grab yarn off the store shelves, not worrying about anything other than how soft it felt or what color it was. That all changed when I took a spinning class at a local yarn shop.