I decided to dye the sweater I knit, using up a good two and a half hours of my night. I knit Calligraphy. It is a beautiful pattern. Well written, clear, and took bust darts well. The yarn I used was BMFA STR, PDX City of Roses. Pink. Very pink. Very not-me pink. I am not a pink person, much to my mother's dismay. Blue, purple, grey - yes. Pink just gets me a look of what-where-you-thinking. I showed the sweater in progress to a coworker. She love the color and asked who it was for. I told her it was for me. She cocked her head to the side, and said 'Um, no?' Theresa, thank you for your frank and lovely honesty.
Not my best dye job, but definitely not my worst. I didn't want a perfectly even dye, got it in one. It's a bit splotchy. I found out just a bit too late that the pot I was using to dye the sweater was too small for the volume I was introducing. Way to small. By the way, if you ever want to know where every scratch on you stovetop is, let a dye pot overflow onto it. Shows up like fireworks. My hands are blue, and probably will still be when I go back to work next week. My nails look downright cyanotic. This sweater is not something for professional wear, but a kick-around, keep-me-warm sweater. The imperfect dye job is really me. Some areas are dark, heavy, passionate. Some are lighter, incomplete. All in all, I like it. Even if it is not perfect.
It will probably take 4 or 5 days to dry. I brilliantly waited until it was raining to do this. Oh, and it's raining in Portland. Finally.
