What's the perfect thing to do on a day when the weather is clear and and hot and so humid that even though it's not raining, you need your windshield wipers? It's so hot that you fear the tires will leave melted prints on the pavement at the stop light? When the clothes on your body are so drenched that wringing them out would fill a kiddie pool? (and since there's a water ban, that's the only thing that can?) What's the perfect activity for a fiber gal on such an arc welder of a day?
Playing with wool of course.
I had my arm twisted just enough a few days ago to convince me that today would be the perfect day for dying wool, and some familiar faces actually showed up!
Stitchy and Laurie, with my fiber buddy Kathy and former blogger, Kim. We were trying to do the dye math that Claudia taught us, in the heat. It turned out okay, but only after we administered the necessary amount of Margaritas were we able to fathom the mysteries of the metric system and how cc's and milliliters and grams can possibly all be the same amount of water or dye powder or anything like that. I mean, you'd think that those metric people would mix it up a bit. It's just too easy! (no wonder every freakin' country in the world uses it but the United States).
We crock-potted, we dipped, we painted. We were lucky to escape with our lives.
To my great regret, I don't have a picture of Kellee as the Steam Goddess, complete with fabulous sun hat and movie star sunglasses, turning her propane-fired turkey fryer into the steam pot fusion machine with a flick of her oven-mitted wrist, prodding and coddling the thing all day despite the conditions. We all have her selfless ministrations to thank for our results.
There was also a lot of rinsing:
When it got too hot to stand around the steamer, we retreated inside. Here's Claudia, Laura , and Teresa with Laurie on the couch in my kitchen. As you can see, the dog got lots of attention. I think I will change his name from George to Caligula.
A gold star goes to Claudia for bringing her entire laboratory with her, making batches and batches of colour, teaching the lot of us how to make this dye thing look easy, and also for giving a Navajo plying lesson to Melanie. And there's Kellee, finally free of the steamer, now tending to the misbehaving singles.
And here's what we ended up with. Thanks everyone, for coming. I am in awe of your endurance, your cookery, and your ability to hold your dye.
And I promise to take your urgent advice and cast on with the Chasing Rainbows yarn on Sunday.