This is Bruce on Christmas Day helping read my present. His present is on the left.
Bountiful chops rest on India Flint's Eco Dyeing book.
It conjures up days plundering the spice cupboard to brew in the dutch oven outside, stirring, stirring, then abandoning it all for Kimba the White Lion at 4'o'clock on channel 2.
A dog walk can yield treasure. A Davidson plum, whose fruit grows directly on the trunk, had many dark offerings on the ground. Much too sour to eat, even for Bruce.
Pitted aluminium pots serve as my cauldron now, this brew had a brass hotel key in for travel wishes, and the skin of a red onion to ward off tears.
A ghastly blue cloth became soft green with a key. I love that the word "mordant" comes from the word, "to bite", because brass as a mordant sure does bite into the cloth.
Pomegranates are so sweet right now, their pods are full of fruit, so in the skins went to one more brew. Three black beans may bring a giant bean stalk.
The blue was another happy accident - pre washing some fabrics ready for the vat. When the world gives you ghastly blue - run with it. Some slow stitching in peaceful hot days.