HOW COULD A NOXIOUS SMELL PRODUCE A CALMLY-DYED ARTICLE OF CLOTHING? BUT IT DID!
It was the quiet tick in the early morning that woke me from a restless sleep. A gentle reminder from my hot plate that it was still plugged in.
I often wake untethered. As I come to consciousness I pull myself back to the earth time cycle by asking: what month is it? What day is it? This morning that question became: what was I dyeing?
I rubbed my eyes, listened for another tick… onion skins. I was soaking a pot of onion skins.
My plan was to knit the Scotchbroom Crop that required two skeins of fingering weight wool. This pattern uses a broomstick stitch adapted for knitting. It’s a stitch that requires loose yarnovers with a relaxed attitude. This is not easy for a tight knitter such as myself, who was also knitting during a pandemic. I needed a calm color. My mind kept envisioning my…
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By the Mighty Mumford 