Natural Printing

from left to right; cochineal, brazilwood, osage, madder, fustic, logwood

When I am dyeing textiles I feel at peace, but also highly charged.  It gets me vibrating with excitement (I can hear Lauren and Ali giggling at me).  It\s a phenomena I sometimes call yarn drunk, a term I first used with Ana while driving away from having bought a car load (literally) of hand-spun merino at a really good price.  If I remember correctly, my shear joy came out in the form of an ongoing evil cackle. 

I think I'll just say that yarn drunkenness applies to all textile related bliss, since I don't want to make y'all think I'm drinking my fabric dyes (dye drunk? hrmm I don't think so).

So, as the left evidence implies, I spent this weekend in bliss dyeing yarn swatches for a natural dye experiment I'm doing.  You'll hear more about that later.  Just know I am in my happy place :)