
There was a time why I decided to indulge in dyeing some yarn. I used Kool-Aid. I still have one or two skeins from when I colored it – about eight years ago. The color is holding up. Which is why when people offer me Kool-Aid, I won’t touch the stuff.
I got nothing against one of the drinks of my youth. Except I find it hard to drink yarn dye. And that’s what Kool-Aid is to me now. Somewhere in the yarn room are honest to goodness dyes. Powders that are meant to hold wet yarn and turn it pretty colors. I can only find the green and have no idea where the rest are and I haven’t seen them in years, either.
I don’t think I’m being particularly paranoid. The stuff has stuck around, unfaded, on natural fiber going on a decade. Ain’t nothing more natural than a body. I think it would be perfectly accurate if on one of those murder mystery shows, the medical examiner opens a body and discovers a set of grape lungs and a cherry liver.
I’m not quite ready to jump back into the dye pool. It takes time and prep and there are other ways I’d rather spend my time. But it is a fun way to spend that time. When I was into it, I was really into it. I sold the skeins in the photo except the pale blue on the right. That’s the one that is still in the caged section of the yarn room. I don’t know that I have a desire to knit with it. I purchased the fiber for the purpose of dyeing it and I fill the duty is done. There’s nothing else to do with it. Kinda silly. I should knit with it if for no other reason to see how my dye job knits up.
It does pique the curiosity just a little. The next time I run across it, I won’t be in such a hurry to pass it by. A simple winter hat will probably do it. I don’t know how big the ball is but I can probably get a hat out of it. I still won’t touch the stuff to drink it. That ship has completely sailed.






I try to keep work hours but that hasn’t really worked out well. So, I put little activities in between work sessions but yesterday, Mr. Honey told me to put the knitting aside and clean up the living room so the new refrigerator could go through easily. So, I did. I don’t come from housekeepers so it took me all day to do it but I did not pick up my knitting until the living room was what I would pass off as clean. I’d even open the door of someone came by; that’s how confident I am.
I’m tasking today. Besides knitting, there’s reading on the schedule and a lot of cleaning. I am in the midst of cleaning the entire downstairs. For every hour of knitting I have to get up and do something. That something is cleaning. I’ve started the with the living room that has the 100 skeins of yarn but also boxes that were packed up when we painted the living room and dining room about three years ago. We haven’t finished all the painting. (Don’t ask but this task would explain our entire marriage.)


found myself taking a dive into my yarn stash. Remember I mentioned the yarn that is allowed in the living room and then the yarn that makes it to the chair. This is the yarn that made it to the chair.