Dyed-silk-yarn

Silken Colours

Back at art school, I fell in love. With silk, with hand stitching, with hand dyeing thin, thin silk thread-like yarn. I think in weaving terms it the number 32 is in there somewhere. I ordered a cone with about 1000 meters from Switzerland, a special silk supplier I have. Slowly, when the muse strikes me, I wind a few little hanks and dyed them in acid dyes. Then they get wound into little treasures of balls. Stored in an old cigarette box. Love of colour pure. 

Dyed-silk-yarn

Backtack, the gift will have little bits of these worked within. (Pam… does that get your mind going?)

All the Backtack goodies are assembled, but last night, when I should have packaged them, I had to go to bed by 9 pm, just after Huxley's play in the tub with Spiderman. Knowing that the temperatures where falling to -20, I wanted to be under the covers before I got too cold, and in the basement, where my sewing station is, it does get colder than usual. 

Can somebody tell me, why it is that I wake up at 4 am when I have to get up at 5 am? It is rather annoying, especially, because I can't let myself fall fully back asleep because I don't have an alarm clock, so as to not wake up DH and Huxley at the same time… then I wonder though, why I need to fall asleep the same time as a 4 1/2 year old… geesh….

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