Tuesday, February 18, 2014
out of the january dye-pot
I unrolled the January flower bouquet bundle this morning, once again moldy as all heck yet smelling divine with those few eucalyptus stems in the mix. Meanwhile February's bouquet to dye with is still being enjoyed on the coffee table but it's getting close. I started these monthly flower bouquet dye-bundles in November and here are the ones from December, too. I might set up a page for this monthly dyeing ritual.
The raspberry-dyed wool for the February moondala was still a little sticky even though it'd already been rinsed. As long as I had to swish it in water again, I figured a splash of vinegar might help fasten the color. I can't wait to get going, I love this kind of stitching -- the needle sinks into wool in the nicest way. There should be a special name for it.
Our bee sisters are ravenous today. I poured a little sugar syrup on a plate to help thin the crowd at the feeder and it was gone immediately. In a little while I'm going to suit up to refill the feeder jar because they are really in a frenzy today. When taking this photo, they were zipping around me and I could feel them touching my hair, which sort of stuck out all over because I still had bed head.
Every single day moonrise is later by 50 minutes. Days go by where I don't even see the night moon, but I know her light steadily wanes and fades now as I sleep. The moon lets go, so I try to let go, too, with simple living and finishing what's already begun. And that feels pretty good.