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?