My feet are brown, and they are up.
Brown cause I dyed today, in sandals, which I know I shouldn't do, but I do it every time.
Up, because I am so tired, I can barely wiggle.
I dyed 5 huge vats of fabric: chocolate brown, marine blue, teal blue, and 2 of butterscotch.
I wound all the yellow that was hanging out into balls. I untangled and hung out all the rest of the yellow that I dyed.
I worked outside all day, in the sun, and I am once again, toast.
I rolled a whole bunch of sherbert loopers into balls, and hung the remaining two batches out to dry.
I wanted to weave more placemats, but my conscience wouldn't let me. I knew that I had dyeing to do, and the loopers to take care of. Not the most fun jobs, but necessary.
I used my new yellow wheel barrow to move the fabric to the house, the loopers to be hung up, and the dry loopers to the porch. I love this wheel barrow. It is so handy, and easy to clean.
I rolled up all the loopers in pinks and reds and purples, for more place mats, some other day.
I knew I didn't have time to do anything else. The lawn mower called me, but I ignored it.
And these placemats called me LOUD, but I didn't do that either.
But tell me these colors don't call to YOU, too????
I wanted to weave all night, making stacks of them.
Unfortunately, my body says enough already.