It was a soggy, drippy sort of day.
My plan was to do some dyeing because my Etsy shop has been a bit more successful recently than I was prepared for and I am running out of stuff to sell.
This is the day because soon I will have multiple work projects
beating me up begging for my attention and then presto! I will be spirited away to that alternate universe that is my summer job. In that world there is neither the time nor the means to create things for Etsy.
Since this is not my first time stirring the cauldron, I have the prep routine down. Move everything I don’t want dye on out of the kitchen. Get out my apron that covers from neck to knees. Get out the utensils, the pot, the dye, the salt, and soak the blank white scarves in a clean dish pan in the sink.
Lilith, who feels very strongly that if I am in the kitchen then I should be feeding her, keeps getting under my feet. I know that should I need to leave the room a nano second later she will be on the counter searching for edibles. We have a difference of opinion about this and I banish her to the bedroom. Imp wants to know why I have shut Lilith up in the bedroom. Did she perhaps get a treat? If so Imp wants in the bedroom too only not if I am going to shut the door. Imp finally goes back to destroying her scratching pad while Lilith cries pitifully.
The first dye bath is successful. I clean out the pot and get everything ready again. I am using IDye which I like a lot because instead of a paper packet, IDye comes incased in a thin film that dissolves in hot water. Nothing to open, just toss it in the pot. No muss, no fuss, no tiny little dye particles floating in the air and landing precisely where I don’t want them to be.
This batch will be turquoise and I fill the pot, toss in the packet of dye, set it on the stove and sit down at the computer while the water heats up.
When the pot begins to make noise, I get up, get a scarf out of the dish pan and dip it in the dye. I am doing an ombre technique so after a few dips, I suspend it on a hanger above the pot and move on to scarf 2. I am moving the scarf to and fro in the dye bath when I notice a patch of something dark and gooey on the fabric.
In my eagerness to move on to the next color. I forgot to stir the pot. If I had I would have noticed that the packet had not dissolved yet. It has deposited clumps of dye and whatever substance the packet is made of here and there on the fabric. I haul both scarves out and frantically try to wash out the clumps with hot water. While normally I use tongs and other tools to lift and move the fabric, this needs a hands on approach. I am scraping the dye off the fabric with my nails. I stir the pot. The dye is still in big clumps. I add the salt, which I also forgot to do and stir some more. Finally I have everything back to what it ought to be and I am able to dye the rest of the scarves.
I let Lilith out while I clean up. She isn’t happy, thinks she deserves to have her dinner a full 30 minutes early and starts banging her food bowl against the cabinet like an angry prisoner.
While trying to save my scarves from big blue blobs of dye, I managed to slosh dye everywhere. Clean up takes some time, a lot of paper towels, bleach, and just when I think I have got it all, I find another spot.
But now I am running behind because I also have dinner plans. My hands are a fetching shade of zombie blue. I am wondering what I am going to wear because it’s raining outside, we will be walking to the restaurant so appropriate foot wear for the rain will have to dictate my attire and what goes with blue hands anyway?
I head for the bedroom to peruse the possibilities. I step on something very squishy. I take another step, more squish. I look at the bottom of my shoe and there is the largest hair ball I have ever seen clinging to the bottom of it. More paper towels, time, and elbow grease.
I have now dined, the scarves are drip drying in the bathtub, the cats have been fed, and we are all listening to the rain while safe and dry. Unless I find another hairball or blob of dye, everything can wait until tomorrow.