It’s pouring rain again in Vancouver and I have been dyeing nearly every day since Saturday. We’re trying to fill up this big place with colour, yarn and fibre… but no matter how much I dye every day, I don’t seem to be able to make a dent. It’s happening slowly though… colour is taking over the concrete grey room and eventually, we’ll be suffocated by colour. Yay.
I’ve been honest with myself and decided that I love dyeing silk… the vibrancy and saturation is just unparalleled with other fibres. Maybe dyeing BFL fibre comes close… or mohair locks… but honestly. I love silk.
Dyeing is idiosyncratic sometimes. It can be unnerving but also so very interesting when you attempt to dye fleece a green colour… and it turns out to have purple in it.
For whatever reason, the dye stock separated as certain dye colours were drawn to different sections of the raw fleece. Green liked the tips. Reddish purple liked the shorn side. Very interesting. I like these kinds of surprises.
And we keep chugging away and dyeing every day.