Live and Let Dye

"The reports of my dyeing are greatly exaggerated." 
                               --with the usual apologies, to Samuel Clemens

Yes, I was there.  I dyed, ate, steamed, sweated, reveled in the company.  Julia outdid herself.   I brought home a different perspective.

LauraJ threw herself into the process.   Kellee's elbow shows us how to use the dyer's palette and tools.

The obligatory stash flash amazed this stash-challenged reporter.

The denouement, rode hard and hung up to dry.

 

It was a satisfying day on all levels.  I learned a new fiber skill.  I met new bloggers and knitters.   I tasted a new wine, Falanghina.  (That grape name looks like the sort of thing that will show up on questionable Google searches for weeks to come.  )  It was a soul-satisfying day.

Most have already guessed that my wheel arrived fifteen days early.   Pictures tomorrow.

Comments

[Lee Ann]

Sigh. Sigh. And Sigh.

Grapes, dyeing, and a fifteen-day-early wheel. You are one luuuuucky lady.

[claudia]

I see you got a picture of the Julia-stash-yarn I almost stole.

[Cassie]

I love the tree bedecked with hand dyes. Very jealous of your fun, in spite of the heat.

[Kristen]

a fine collection of pictures and snippits of the day - I'm glad the name of the wine is here so I can refer back to it! (I'm due to report at 8:30, but swung over to see what you had posted; I'm looking forward to the pictures of your wheel. (and, it goes without saying, pictures of what has already had a go on the wheel :))

[Juno]

Um, did you dye your foot, or drop something heavy on it? And either way, how?

And how's the new baby? Come up for air yet?

[Juno]

And whose copper colored Lorna's Laces is that? Lola wants.

[margene]

Ah, dyed and gone to heaven;-)