Indigo in all its glory. Last monday was our 2nd monday gathering at Barb’s in Dell. She most generously shared her indigo dye pot and I dyed a scarf just off the loom and some yarn. All turned out the most incredible shades of blue, all different. The pot had a mettalic sheen on the surface and a smell that about knocked your socks off. The most incredible thing was to take the fiber out of the pot and while squeazing the excess dye out, watching the color change from a deep sea green to indigo blue. Pretty addictive, luckily we weren’t wearing white or we would have stripped down to our skivvies just to watch that magic transition from green to blue. Barb’s neighbors probably wonder about her enough as it is, without a gaggle of blue handed half naked women wandering about.
Joannes newest creations Susan has been busy as always.
We had a wonderful feast set under a shade tree. This is what summer is meant to be. Thanks Barb, I think that I dreamt about your ice cream sandwiches that night.