Yes, autumn or anytime, in fact, is a good time to break out the unsweetened Kool-Aid packets and dye wool. All summer, I’d had these skeins waiting to be dyed. Many other activities which involved driving repeatedly to the same location on a daily basis took care of my evil plans for dyed wool world domination. So they waited along with a host of other projects I’d had in mind.
Funny thing about Kool-Aid dyeing is how one gets caught up in it. I started out this morning thinking: “Holy Hannah and her underwear, Batman! Look at all this wool I have to dye! Surely, it will take all day into night requiring a pizza delivery at some point!” Batman snickered as I dyed 4 skeins in 2 hours. I had a lot of Cherry Kool-Aid left; my reds tended toward the Strawberry flavor. Lemonade didn’t do much in terms of color ~ it would make a very pale yellow on a single skein nicely, but doesn’t do well with the hand-painted technique. The Lemonade gets lost. I fell in love with the Lemon-Lime green, especially on the Icelandic. Where the white showed through the gray, once dyed green, it really popped out from the drab background. Of course, all the colors (except the yellow Lemonade) showed well on the last two Rambouillet skeins.
The other funny thing about Kool-Aid dyeing is that I’m not sure I want to knit up the finished product. It looks so pretty sitting about in a twisted skein. It’s no wonder some people think I’m weird.
And now for something out of the ordinary . . .
I’ve discovered a new landmark, if you will, in my yard. If one were to exit our house via the front door and go to the garden, the only unobstructed direction is due south, the Trail of the Dead Moles ~ so named for said critter carcasses littering that passage. Clearly, the Feline Majority has been busy this summer. Each one is a gift, of course. You can tell a gift from your cat. It will not be unidentifiably eviscerated on the front porch, liver here, left lung there, small intestine laid neatly next to the still-beating heart (accurate anatomical identification increases with frequency). It’s bad form and presentation; cats aren’t so rude. No, a Gift from your cat is neat and pristine, almost untouched except for the teeth marks about the neck. It’s a big deal; break out the cat nip.