Labor Day weekend was, at very least, a weekend of labor for me. Not only was I in full dyeing/vend prep mode, but I had to work a company event as well. We had the Clearwater Sloop come and do educational family tours on the Hudson for lucky employee families, I was there as company photographer and face painter of children. Fingers crossed, it’s supposed to be over time and we could really use the money. On the yarn front, I dyed 35 skeins of yarn, re-skeined 11, finished the shawl I’m wearing to mom and dad’s re-wedding, battled Tempest the entire weekend (she’s chattering, and yes I oiled/took apart/adjusted), and watched almost the entire first two seasons of Dexter.
It feels good to have so much new shop stock in the house, and a few of the skeins are dyed in a style I don’t do very often but will be more so in the future. Rich, complex, and still kettle dyed. The kind of yarns that make your fingers itch to cast on for a sock or shawl that’s full of sultry goodness. The thought that this should be the last big dye session I have to re-skein by hand leaves me breathless and my shoulder, neck, and arm whimper in gratitude.
Finishing one of the bridesmaid shawls also left me temporarily giddy. I almost didn’t know what to do with myself. I can’t say it’s truly ‘done’, it has to get over-dyed yet. Yes, mom and I decided that dyeing it plum would be best, and I can finally not force myself to love the copper/burnt orange color. I’ll do a test dye on a swatch before I throw the whole shawl in the pot. Gives me the willies just contemplating it, but it needs to be done. The shawl is HUGE. Huge. Already shawl size, unblocked, just like the one I made mom to wear herself. I’ll have to be very careful handling it when wet and blocking.
Tiny House has been under a bit of a pall lately, I’m sad (literally) to say. Work has gone from bad to worse, becoming a toxic stew. The kind of environment that is tailor made to trigger a major depressive episode, which I am struggling very hard against. I really don’t want to have to put on my mask again. It feels rather like swimming against the tide. Steve, friends, and family, have been something to hold on to while I figure out what direction I can realistically take next. For now, I’ve got a remix (and free download) by one of my favorite groups on repea












































