To quote my livejournal post last night:
I dyed my first bit of roving tonight. It’s the 2oz of merino/bamboo that I bought a week or two back. It’s so lovely and soft, and when it was soaking, pre-dye, it poofed and was like a pretty fiber halo in the water-vinegar solution. I tried three colors: a sort of neon/lime green, mixed with a little prime green to tone it down; a prime blue, but soft enough that it wasn’t too dark; and a mix of neon purple, pink and a drop or two of red, which came out a dark reddish-purple, though red’s tend to wash out a bit, so I’m hoping that it comes out lighter. I ended up using too much dye, so I think the colors bled a bit, but what was pretty was when the runoff merged and the blue and green made this gorgeous deep turquoise/teal (i can never remember which is which). I’m hoping that the dye didn’t run together too much.
This is going to be a bit of a mystery to me, once it’s done. I’ve never dyed before, with the exception of tie-dye and easter eggs when I was a kid. But this is the first time I’ve done this process, and my hands are colorful because I refused to wear gloves, and I have no idea what the roving is going to come out as, especially as bamboo dyes differently than wool, an tends to come out heathered rather than solid or semi-solid.
It’s currently steaming in order to set the dye. Once that’s done, I’ll let it cool, and then rinse the roving out, squeeze it in a towel, then hang it to dry. I cannot wait. There will be photos, for sure, even if it’s a total blunder.
This is all about testing the waters to see if I like dyeing. If I do, then I’ll purchase more roving of different types, possibly some yarn, and get some acid dyes. There are lots of things I’d change if I kept with this, but it’s fun, and I like color, and I want to have something else to do to take my mind off of things that aren’t pretty.
Look what I did last night! I wasn’t able to rinse it out and hang it to dry until earlier today. I’m about to go fluff it a bit before it’s completely dry, but I’m not upset with my first foray into dyeing.
Caryn came in, as I was rinsing it, and said, “what’s up, hippie?” It might have been a comment on the color scheme.