This week is dye week. I love the colors that come out of those dye pots. The whole process is either fun or a pain in the butt depending on how tired I am. But this week the weather is beautiful in Santa Fe and my skeins are swinging from their PVC pipes in the back yard drying. I feel sense of discovery that comes from putting a little powder and some acid in a pot and regulating the heat for a few hours and then pulling out amazing colors. I feel strong enough to lift pots with 2 to 15 gallons of water in them (okay, I might not be strong enough for 15 gallons... how about 10) and I am remembering to lift with my legs just like they told me in occupational therapy school.
I'm going to have to make a run to the studio for more yarn to dye today. I usually plan these huge dye runs because it kind of disrupts daily life around here to have yarn scouring in the bathtub, skeins spinning in the washer, and the garage full of bubbling pots. So I try to do it all at once and then back off for a few months. But apparently I didn't plan enough to fulfill my appetite because I have run out of the buckets of undyed yarn. Fortunately... you might remember these boxes?
There is plenty more yarn.