It’s a little odd that I am freakishy happy about that statement.
The “turkey” (chicken) is eaten, the leftovers piled high in the fridge, the family gone, the house quiet again, and we had a great time. I will tell you all about our fun tomorrow, as it was great times. I’m so thankful they came up here, thankful everything came off well, thankful everyone got to do something they liked, thankful to get to spend time together.
But you know what I am most thankful for this thanksgiving?
THE FLEECES ARE DONE. Not only done, but I was able to dye them all in time to recover my kitchen to cook Thanksgiving dinner. And all that after soaking a record 19 lbs of black beans at one go (i had 6 lbs of fleece to dye with it.
You see here every bowl or bowl-like object in my possession and every surface in my kitchen covered with beans in water. It got a little weird toward the end, no lie – getting up at 6:30 a couple of times (once to mash up thawing pokeberries, once to spoon bean juice into a dyepot, both times while still in my jammies), and last night covering the dinner table with fleece and setting up a fan overnight so they’d be dry enough to drive away in the morning.
Top to bottom: Turmeric on unknown wool, pokeberry on unknown wool (the something-or-other from two Tuesdays ago), pokeberry on jacob wool.
Top: Pokeberry (a perfect mix of fuscia and red – caught it at just the right moment!) on alpaca. Middle left: black bean on turmeric on alpaca. Middle right: black bean on alpaca. Bottom: black bean on turmeric on Sarah’s wool. It’s a lot less barf and a lot more neon-greenish-yellow than you can see in this picture.
My family graciously stuffed it in every available crevice of the minivan (along with the drum carder… sniff) and are even now making their way back to West Friendship to deliver it. I hope the folks at the farm love it to pieces, and have so much fun playing with it in their drum carder! Thinking about it is almost enough to make me want to get my own….
But not right now. I am savoring a few moments of freedom before the last push. Last night I got to spin.