It was a wee bit overcast when Marianne and Maisie came over to dye on Friday but, as you can see (and there's a much better picture here) it was dry enough to put the skeins out on the washing line...
As you can see, we steam set the skeins. Liz likens this stage to cumberland sausages and those little steamed cloths you get in Indian restaurants. But, well, this one reminded us of something far less savoury. Or, as Marianne put it: "What would Gillian McKeith make of this one?"
Unfortunately, I decided that it would be a good idea to leave my yarn on the line overnight. Huge mistake. It ended up even wetter than when it went out, necessitating a long spell in the airing cupboard.
But what's a girl to do when even the airing cupboard isn't drying things? Clearly these skeins needed to be hung up to air, with a little help from my monkeys:
Having done such sterling work in finally gettting the yarn dry, I gave in to the monkeys' request to look after everything that emerged from the cauldron on Friday.
My favourites are the lengths of nylon velvet ribbon which you might just about be able to make out, as I've coiled them onto spools. But Graham has fallen in love with the 100% silk on the right.