It is now time for my weekly lament about the shortness of life and the unintentional cruelty of whoever put only 24 hours into the day. I have been reading a book on color theory while winding infinite yards of yarn (hell, it’s boring work, and reading alleviates the boredom; plus, I’ve been meaning to read this book for awhile) and it is making me want to do a bunch of color exercises, both in dyeing and in pigment. It is also making me want to take up painting. What’s a girl to do? There are only 24 hours in the day (8 of which have to be spent sleeping!) and what with work, occasionally doing the dishes, and all (forget housecleaning – who has time for housecleaning when there are so many other interesting things to do?), it’s all too short a time that we can devote to the creative arts. It’s a damn shame.
On the plus side, though, we are here right now, and we do have the time we do. I’m thankful for that. Whoever created the world (chance, your choice of deity, predestination) created something utterly splendid.
I have wet-finished the fabric for the placemats and set it aside. It came out nicely, though there are some astonishing changes between the web as it came off the loom and the wet-finished fabric. The color’s shifted some as the remaining dye got washed out, and the threads swelled up and came together to produce a very different look/texture. I like it.
Back to winding yarn. 2 hours = 1/4 of the time. I am dreaming of owning an electric cone-winder. Or ball-winder. Or something.
