With my experimenting with natural plant dyes this past year, I have learned that obtaining a lovely green is a goal worthy of high accolades and deep bows. I have yet to get the shades of green I love the most ~ sage green, forest green and almost-but-not-too-vibrant emerald green. I came close with an onion skin bath overdyed with indigo that I made into this, but still...the perfect green has eluded me.
Without raising the hopes of anyone reading this right now, I am still searching to find "my" greens...however, a certain camouflage loving seven year old happens to love the brownish greens I got from dyeing first one skein with home-grown fennel and the second with wild-crafted sorrel and then plying them together. Instant fall brush colours...just perfect for hiding in the grass and popping out to startle the dogs...or the sister.
What I do love is that he hasn't taken this vest off much at all. While I am a little indifferent about the colours, he loves them...this boy who is most likely to race outdoors without any woolens on, despite my earnest and somewhat demanding pleas.
I suppose I had it all wrong...if he is going to wear any of his mama-love sweaters, then I have to knit with his favourite colours, not mine. No brilliant revelations here, but some of these life lessons can't be taught...we just have to live them to understand them.
Good thing I enjoy the process of dyeing with plants so much because I'm learning some of "my" failures suit someone else just fine. Which is a good thing considering the mountain of undyed wool I have awaiting some dyebaths.
~ joining Ginny here
~ ravelry notes here