Dyed up a bunch of stuff last week. Including cotton doilies, some Pimatex, and teeny tiny baby clothes for a brand-new California girl that I know :)
Dyeing seems like such a pain, so much work just to get ready to do it (like cleaning up the kitchen so I can use the sink!), all that standing up which unfortunately exhaust me, but I can't stop doing it, I love seeing the magic happen, getting my hands and usually my feet colored by the drips and drabs. I count myself lucky and indeed blessed to be able to have the space, time and money to create in this manner.