Inspired by the colors in the peeling bark, the heathering of some of the leaves , the lacification of others and well i guess really by just about everything at this time of year. Walks in the forest are not as plentiful due to the weather ( the rain makes some of the trails a little dangerous) and the darkness. That makes me appreciate them even more.
The weather is turning cool this week and may even tip just below freezing overnight. Time to bring the color indoors and find a suitable warm cozy place for the indigo and woad fermentation vats. I am thinking the warm south facing kitchen will be the best choice. That is where I was was shooting the product shots for my etsy shop. It was also a wonderful surprise to see my favorite etsy shop couple as the featured sellers today.
This was really such a happy colorful family of stones and pebbles that it will be hard for me to send them out into the world.
ps there are still some beautiful hand dyed stones and scarves in the shop. This might be the last update before the season of giving. If you would like any of the bamboo pebbles turned in to brooches just send a little message after purchase.
I was hoping to do an etsy shop update tomorrow but I have to push it back to monday since the sun just refused to come out today. Almost all the leaves are off the trees now and winter can't be far behind. The birds and squirrels are sensing this and so am I. We added a fresh coat of paint to the kitchen and brought in the succulents that had been enjoying the porch all summer. I have also started drying my dyeing experiments on a little line in the kitchen window.
pin cherry dye experiments at different pH on the same piece of silk.
a bright yellow mushroom dye
so far unidentified berry that would not release it's color for over a week in the dye bath and then gave a really lovely warm shade of brown.
I am keeping my fingers crossed that there will be enough light for some photography tomorrow.
Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?