Rorschach Ink Blot. What do you see? I see a bat. Like this one here.
It was official. I was out of my hand dyed fabric. Which is good because it means I have been busy at the sewing machine. And also good because it means I get to spend another day at the dye vat. One of my favorite ways to spend my time. My hands come out all stained - lately they are black. The house has a funny smell to it. My extra large stainless steel pot gets a little bit darker. And I love all of it. I really don't have a recipe for this yet - and I may never want one. Each batch is completely unique with it's own idiosyncrasies. The last lot had huge patches of really dark, inky black on a back ground of lighter more mottled gray. Rather like Rorschach ink blots. Hence the one at the start of this post. This one is darker. Who knows why each one turns out the way it does. The magic of nature, I suppose. The mixture above is similar to the composition of black tattoo ink. A plant and a mineral combined. Tricky, special stuff.
And lastly...the new bag for Nicola. 15"x16" with nice 1/2" thick leather straps that fall 12" from the shoulders. Lots of pretty stitching on this one. And it will be on its way to Boston on Thursday. Good luck, little bag. Do good things. I think I need to get some tags - soon. xoxo