Spring chick gold.... one of the colors I came up with in my relentless dyeing escapades this past week. I couldn't get that vision of a cute little fluffy, yellow gold, promise of Spring chicky out of my head. I wondered how I could translate that thought since it persisted, onto paper then on to a scrap piece of burlap. Since preparing to teach this class I've kept a small piece of white burlap stretched on a frame in my studio. When something strikes me or the urge to see what a freshly dyed piece of wool looks like hooked I randomly hook goofy things on that burlap.
Suddenly the colors and goofy hooking started taking shape and the practice burlap started to resemble the makings of a small rug! I didn't mean for that to happen. As you recall the wool I have been dyeing was meant for the students ( if any sign up) for the class I'm teaching to begin at the end of Feb. Well, no mayam, I couldn't keep my hand out of the wool cookie jar! The spring like colors and textures of all this newly dyed wool surrounding me overcame me like the sweet smell of freshly mowed grass in the meadow. I dived right in!
Many of you have been experiencing a winter this year like we have here in Northern WI every year. Long about Feb. and into March and heaven forbid into April we northerners are hanging on to our sanity by a thin thread. In my case it's a #6 or #8 cut piece of wool. The only thing that keeps us motivated is the promise of sunshine, green grass, baby chicks, and finally being able to walk outside without ten layers of clothing.
Promise has been a nice word to dwell on these past few days. It's a word that gives a cause or grounds for hope. And something that is promising is likely to turn out well or succeed. Yes, promise indeed seemed like a good word to keep handy.
More to come....... I promise!