On Dying (and other awkward conversations)

I scored some acid dyes (and gear!) from the same lovely ex-shepherdess who gave me the Corriedale roving you see each time you visit this blog.

Now, I had not contemplated dying before . . . and in a future post I hope to consolidate some resources for others who might be in my shoes. But for now, I have amused myself with the simple fact that talking about dying makes one sound, well, quite morbid.

In everyday conversation, in earnest and serious ways, I have said some things I never thought I would hear myself say.

I can’t wait to dye!

Dying will be so much fun!

Maybe we can try dying together?

So, while my conversation partners are appalled, it’s taken me a little while to figure out how to talk about this new aspect of the fiber addiction.

Any thoughts on dying?

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1 Response to On Dying (and other awkward conversations)

  1. BeeJeweled says:

    If you spell it dyeing, it isn’t quite the same!


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