if you follow me on Twitter or on Flickr, then when you visit my blog, you don't learn anything new. (sorry !)
my days are like that. I live, I twit & if photos are done along the way, I upload them on Flickr shortly after. And by the end of the day, only, I blog about my whole day. So if you follow me there, you might get slightly bored by what I say or show over here. Buuuut ... I suppose some of you readers only visit this blog/diary of mine, so in that case, if I don't repeat over here, you'll never know what I'm up to.
ok, enough pointless talking.
this morning, I dyed again with Eucalyptus globulus. I had soaked a piece of white linen in soymilk yesterday morning, and once I got back home from bringing the boys to school, I started dyeing. I decided to dye a piece of linen (mordanted in soymilk), a length of (smooth) silk & 8 meters of silk yarn (both unmordanted). Everything went smoothly, and this time, I remembered to take photos of the "magical moment". Once the leaves were removed from the dyebath, and once the fabrics stayed 45mn on the heat (not boiling nor simmering), I poured them along with the dyebath they were already in, in the bucket. (which used to be stainless steel ... remember now ?) The photo below shows you : on the left, seconds after I poured everything in the bucket, and on the right, right after I stirred them up a little, I swear, 1 teeny tiny minute after. Don't tell me it's not magical.
on the same subject, I finished another little dypitch today. I hope I don't bore you with them. I'm having a blast making them, these days.
tomorrow morning, I will come along with U's classroom to help during a field trip. Hubby will be VERY busy at work tomorrow, so this may ends with no blog post, so I'll show you something now. If you like these, you may want to come back on SUNDAY.
that's all I'll say ...
PS : oh, on a totally different note, my mom and I witnessed an accident between a tramway & a man, when we were waiting for the tramway. The man got off on the tracks of the tram, the tram rang its bell more than once, it slowed down a lot, but it hit the man (that was not extremely violent neither), pushed him on a couple of meters, then the man stumbled in his own feet & his face hit the edge of the platform. Lots of people came to the rescue & called the emergency, the tram driver came too, asking if he was conscient or not. He was, as he wanted to move, but everyone was telling him not to. Everyone got off the tram & left by foot. There was no blood on the floor, well, from what we could see. I was so shocked, I didn't understand why the man didn't look at the tram which was arriving (he didn't even turned his face), why he didn't move faster. We wondered if he was not drunk, or suicidal. The tram driver rings a bell to warn people it arrives. But people are always crossing the tram tracks, they don't care at all. So the tram drivers are constantly ringing these bells & I wonder if people can still hear them or if they've disappeared in the urban noisy background. I feel awful for the man who was hit, no doubt about this, but I don't blame the tram driver, you can't stop a tram in half a second.
my days are like that. I live, I twit & if photos are done along the way, I upload them on Flickr shortly after. And by the end of the day, only, I blog about my whole day. So if you follow me there, you might get slightly bored by what I say or show over here. Buuuut ... I suppose some of you readers only visit this blog/diary of mine, so in that case, if I don't repeat over here, you'll never know what I'm up to.
ok, enough pointless talking.
this morning, I dyed again with Eucalyptus globulus. I had soaked a piece of white linen in soymilk yesterday morning, and once I got back home from bringing the boys to school, I started dyeing. I decided to dye a piece of linen (mordanted in soymilk), a length of (smooth) silk & 8 meters of silk yarn (both unmordanted). Everything went smoothly, and this time, I remembered to take photos of the "magical moment". Once the leaves were removed from the dyebath, and once the fabrics stayed 45mn on the heat (not boiling nor simmering), I poured them along with the dyebath they were already in, in the bucket. (which used to be stainless steel ... remember now ?) The photo below shows you : on the left, seconds after I poured everything in the bucket, and on the right, right after I stirred them up a little, I swear, 1 teeny tiny minute after. Don't tell me it's not magical.
on the same subject, I finished another little dypitch today. I hope I don't bore you with them. I'm having a blast making them, these days.
tomorrow morning, I will come along with U's classroom to help during a field trip. Hubby will be VERY busy at work tomorrow, so this may ends with no blog post, so I'll show you something now. If you like these, you may want to come back on SUNDAY.
that's all I'll say ...
oxox
Sonia
PS : oh, on a totally different note, my mom and I witnessed an accident between a tramway & a man, when we were waiting for the tramway. The man got off on the tracks of the tram, the tram rang its bell more than once, it slowed down a lot, but it hit the man (that was not extremely violent neither), pushed him on a couple of meters, then the man stumbled in his own feet & his face hit the edge of the platform. Lots of people came to the rescue & called the emergency, the tram driver came too, asking if he was conscient or not. He was, as he wanted to move, but everyone was telling him not to. Everyone got off the tram & left by foot. There was no blood on the floor, well, from what we could see. I was so shocked, I didn't understand why the man didn't look at the tram which was arriving (he didn't even turned his face), why he didn't move faster. We wondered if he was not drunk, or suicidal. The tram driver rings a bell to warn people it arrives. But people are always crossing the tram tracks, they don't care at all. So the tram drivers are constantly ringing these bells & I wonder if people can still hear them or if they've disappeared in the urban noisy background. I feel awful for the man who was hit, no doubt about this, but I don't blame the tram driver, you can't stop a tram in half a second.
I only read your posts here-and have been enjoying your natural dyeing techniques:)
ReplyDeleteHow terrible to witness a tram accident-it's shocking.
I can say that I did indeed learn something new. Watch out for trams!
ReplyDeleteI am never bored Sonia, I like that you add photos to flickr and twitter as well as here, means I will get to see them somehow. it's nice, and means I don't miss what you are up to. I love that you are enjoying dyeing so much. It is great fun. I only do it with tea and coffee because it's what I'm comfortable with, so I love to see your results :O)
ReplyDeleteThe tram incident is horrible. I am so sorry you had to see something like that. I'm very pleased the man wasn't seriously injured, but it's still a horrible and shocking thing to see. It must have shaken you up terribly.
even though today will be busy, I hope the day is a good one for you :O)
xx
You can never bore us! I am a repeat visitor :)
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about witnessing that terrible accident. I can imagine how shocking that must have been.
sending hugs x
one thing you are never my dear sweet sonia is boring
ReplyDeleteyou delight us all with your pictures, your art, your sewing, your cooking, your experiments, your words, your sense of humour but most importantly with your kindness and love.
a million hugs and kisses
margie