slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: dyeing
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Gosh, can I even remember this week? Is it worth remembering? I can tell you that I spent much of it in a blue funk after the political hatefulness that occurred against my friends and family in this state. It made me realize that I cannot sit back and ignore the news, even though I…
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Pole-wrapped sleeves. Hate, hate, hate the pink one. It wasn’t my intended color (I was trying for deep purple) and it didn’t change when I overdyed in dark blue. Silk is tricky. But I do like the red/brown one. It was “supposed” to be brown. These samples are from a silk blouse that I bought…
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This Labor Day weekend was so fabulous that I am going to divide it up into several posts. First, the reason I went: Shibori + MX Dyes with Heather Allen-Swarttouw at Cloth Fiber Workshop. The Japanese word shibori translates as “to bind” in English. I’m not going to try to give a lesson in shibori…
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I’ve been fascinated with super close-up details since I was a little girl, lying face down in the grass imagining the world the way that ants or grasshoppers do. In my photography, I am drawn to the graphic lines and spaces and textures more than to a certain subject matter, but generally I love nature…
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First and foremost, I will bake the broccoli casserole for Christmas dinner tomorrow. This is usually my sister’s dish, but she is celebrating with her husband’s side of the family this year, so I get the honors! Yay, I was getting tired of doing the out-of-season asparagus casserole. I was able to buy broccoli at…
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Laura asked me what I accomplished yesterday. My answer was too long to go to waste so I’ve copied it here. I mordanted some cotton and wool fabrics with alum/soda ash and alum/cream of tartar respectively. They soaked overnight. Sandy and I went shopping mostly, but to fun places like a neighborhood bazaar in Glenwood…
slowly she turned 