I'm Dyeing Here

My favorite outdoor places are magically different each time we visit.  Lake Winnipesaukee blooms a new blue every day, and a spectacular grey to purple mountainscape across the Broads. The water either tosses us furiously or treats us to a fast smooth ride. Pinkham Notch shifts daily with the angle of the sun and the current weather.  The mountains of the Great North Woods in February, Oh.  I never get tired of these places.

Dyeing is like visiting one's favorite places. I'm doing a little sample dyeing for Fiber College next weekend.  I find myself winding off just one more skein, when really my priority should be elsewhere.  In less than an hour I can change four ounces of natural colored wool to this:

Eight colors, each about an arm's length long, in a self-striping yarn with thirty pattern repeats.  That's all one skein.

Or this, magenta, grasshopper, and every shade in between.  Again, that's all one skein.  

Or this, royal to teal, out of the steamer just seconds ago.

I never get tired of dyeing.

Well, never is a long time, but I'm not tired yet.

I'm thinking about Raisin Bran for supper tonight.