Sunday I spent the day dyeing, preserving herbs from my garden, and working on a sweater. I also watched American Hustle, which was very good.
I dyed yarn with Ivy berries that I picked throughout the neighborhood, with an iron mordant solution added directly to the dyebath. It turned out a nice medium warm gray. Mordants are so magic to me. Adding a mineral to plant matter can shift and in some cases (like ivy berries, which yields yellow without the addition of iron) change the color altogether.
If you're interested in learning more about the iron solution, I got the
recipe from the wonderful We Will Tell You All Of Our Secrets blog.
Making potions with poison berries and rust seemed like something Snow White's evil stepmother might have done, which I liked.
As I was dyeing, I was overcome with an intense feeling of gratitude for the women who preserved the knowledge of natural dyeing - the women who, when the world said "this knowledge is obsolete" answered "no, this knowledge is valuable." The women who kept their legacy, and passed it down to those who were willing to receive it.
