Dyeing gray for a rather gray day.

So tired. For no ostensibly good reason. I’m blaming Hell Week, of which this is Day 1. One week out of four has been Hell Week for the past few years, and getting worse. Well, I’ll show you, estrogen. I don’t need you. I’m gonna kick your butt.

Twas a dyeing day. My colors came out more orange than I’d intended because I accidentally used Flame Red rather than Ruby Red. Arghhhhhh! Good thing I don’t vend anymore – orange never sells!

The rare Albino Mohair from Wiseacres Farm.

And Batts of Blue. Ya know, I had three days off this past week in addition to the weekend, and I washed and dyed exactly zero mohair. It was too freaking hot.

I dyed this blue-turquoise a couple weeks ago.

“The Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath.“

Was I made for the housework, or was the housework made for me?

Was I made for the Sunday dinner, or was the Sunday dinner made for me?

Was I made for the mohair, or was the mohair made for me? Well, the mohair was made for the goat, I’m just tagging along for my own sick pleasure.

Ramona:

I’ve missed making yarn!

Happy first full day of spring; and of course, my “winter project” isn’t quite done.

I’m weaving in the ends by hand. I know the edge looks like crap but it’s not going to be visible.

Another useless piece of material woven by yours truly!

I just like walking by looking at it.