So whilst he rounded up the lawnmower and secateurs, I played hunt-the-pasting table. (In the shed, somewhat mildewed after being moved there in the aftermath of the garage floods last year). Mr CK looked bewlidered. He became even more puzzled when, after giving the table a good scrub, I demanded to know where the masking tape was and wanted to know what had happened to the many bath gel bottles that I'd been stockpiling. When I grabbed my cauldron and dye powders, it finally dawned on him.
Yes, my idea of "working in the garden" means setting up the pasting table on the patio and indulging in some textiles pursuit or another. As it was such a windy day I decided that my usual method of yarn painting--dipping foam brushes into plastic pint "glasses" of dye--would result in my dyeing the patio. Hence the use of the bath gel bottles, so that I could squirt dye on the yarn and also so that if a container did blow over it wouldn't splash its contents round and about.
Here are a couple of glimpses of the finished yarns:
I rather suspect that the colours were inspired by the plants I saw in my parents' garden when I visited them last Friday:
7 comments:
Beautiful colours! I think you have a much better definition of working in the garden :-)
Beautiful yarn.
Lovely colours in those yarns!
Wow, beautiful colours!!
Beautiful colours.
That sounds like a perfectly reasonable definition of working in the garden!
Lovely colours!
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