Then comes a friend to look at my stash, my spinning wheel, try out the spindles... and starts to nag me at 9AM that "llleeetts dye some wooooolll". NO. Cathegorically NO. That means turning on the oven for at least 40 minutes. Definetly not. I am not feeling that suicidal.
But my guest wouldn't let up. "Dye some wool, I wanna look how this white stuff turns into those colored fluff you are spinning"
Now, as a mom of an 11 year old kid, I have quite an experience in saying no, and let nagging passmy ear, but boy, my guest was persistent. Around 5 Pm when in the kitchen was "only 33 celsius she wore me out.
The first was some white corriedale.
And using some heathery grey merino as a base is my favorite.
Here, you can see the two variations side by side.
And just to have some spinning as well. I had a bit of orange/brown dyed wool, came to me as a smaple present with one of my spindles. I used it to show my guest how the spinning wheel works.