Eating Crow

Today's dye samples:



I know the formulas to dye camouflage clothes now. Woo. Hoo. Perhaps the yarn is not so colorful, but wait! What is that strange light? Is it emanating from the sky? And, are these samples hanging, dare I say it?, outside??

Yes, perhaps I spoke too soon:



In this photo, although you probably can't see them because of scale, are two crows, flying around and laughing at me. I am metaphorically eating crow. They know it.

The breezy sun gave me a chance to prepare some wool fleeces and mohair, given to me by Sue and Lindsey, which were just waiting for a good day when I could set up plywood and sawhorses outside, and skirt their stinky selves. Here is how I do wool prep:



Yep: skirt, bag and box, and ship it off to the mill (in this case Morro Fleece Works). It comes back clean, carded and pin-drafted. Then I can sit, one hopes on a lazy summer day, and spin and spin and spin.

Lindsey gave me two fleeces, one Romney, which I'm sending out here with the mohair from Sue, and one finer fleece, which I am dyeing as we speak. Pot after pot of blues, then it too will go off to Morro, and come back ready to spin.

It seems I was not the only one under gloomy skies yesterday, judging by your responses. Hope your various days improve, as, obviously, mine has!