There is the dye station. The pounded dirt and blue tarp over D’s mini-ramp make the whole scene look a little trashy. Please do not notice the coffee mug and English muffin on the dye table – I know this is a bad practice!!! But lately, almost every day in fact, I find myself feeling odd, and then remembering that I haven’t eaten anything and rustling up a quick bite, but without really taking a break, and sometimes STILL forgetting to eat (I wish this were true AFTER dinner, when I seem to want to eat all the way until bedtime). So, yes, I need a little side table for food and drinks. That’s my neighbor, Laura, who has graciously offered her time here and there and her talent as my intern.
So far the best thing we did together was to throw out four huge bags of fabric. I craigslisted a Curb Alert, and after a few pickers, someone came and took it all away. Didn’t get rained on, and if a passing dog decided to mark, it would have hit the plastic bags.
Speaking of dogs, this morning Jack marked a porcelain toilet that was on the curb and left a nice, tangy yellow pool in the discarded bowl!! Made me laugh. Made me tip the thing up to drain it out!
This flour sack (I’ve posted about it before) was my husband’s grandmother’s out in Wyoming, where they lived in the mining town of Rock Springs. I have a lot more of this left that will NOT be dyed.
This was a piece of prepared-for-dye silk that I wish I had dunked one or two more times. It has faded more since this picture.
I was surprised to see that one of the chemicals in the dye vat stripped the T-shirt of its original yellow/green color (the thiourea dioxide perhaps – which I notice is packaged by Dharma Trading as a ‘color remover’).
Laura got to make something for herself, too.
The rope line is turning blue in places, not surprisingly.
This vat, by the way, is my first exercise in the Shibori Girl Studio, Indigo Dye Workshop. I used pre-reduced indigo crystals in the “Quick Vat” recipe. I have yet to read on rinsing or fixing processes, but am having lots of fun dunking cloth into the bucket.
One of the side benefits of this exercise, is that it gets me outside…
The very first day, back in the beginning of the month, while setting up the station, thunder rolled on in. A much needed pounding rain materialized and I couldn’t help but feel like the indigo gods were moved by our conjuring!