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Dorothy Was Right....

Saturday, August 08, 2009

There's no place like home! I have been waiting to be home since Wednesday.

The fabric dye workshop is finally over. I spent the week with some fantastic people, artists all. Their creative energy just oozed all over the place, and we fed off each other's inspirations.

Have you ever taken a workshop that gave you too much information and too many choices? This was one of those. Each day we would begin with the instructor telling us the processes we were going to explore. She would begin with showing us some of her work, carefully describing which colors she used, the methods for each piece, and what not to do as well as what to do. Then she would discuss the various dyes and methods, along with information about various fabrics and textiles, and how the dyes react on them. A whole lot of eye candy that left me on overload, and I didn't even get started yet.

We would begin with a frenzy, running around like busy ants, grabbing buckets, choosing dyes, snatching fabrics. We dyed in baggies, we layered parfait in buckets, we tie dyed, we fold dyed, we scrunched dyed, and we over dyed.

We dyed large pieces of fabric with three layers of dyes. We dyed clothing. We dyed mercerized cotton, wool, rayon, pimatex, silk. We dyed T shirts, sweatshirts, sweat pants, yoga clothing, dresses, jackets, hats, and still more.

Then we would break for lunch. Ah, a time to sit back, feed ourselves, chat it up, and then back to the dyes.

After lunch, Teacher would introduce yet another method, going through all the routine as before, only with the new technique.

So now we change our focus and begin to obsess over a new thing. The articles lay outside in baggies, on clothes lines, in cat litter trays. Their were some out on the concrete, allowing the sun to do its work along with the discharge products used.

I began with a two yard piece of mercerized fabric. I wanted to make a large piece that looked like the Autumn sky for a quilt I have planned. I use the parfait in a bucket technique. I am aiming for an ombre, where the fabric goes from light to dark along the length of it, all in the same color.

It didn't work. Instead of a steadily deepening color, I got blotches of color with white on it where the dye didn't reach. I gamely say I can still use it. HA.

I move on to discharge dying, and I have a whole lot of fun with that. I discharge on sweatshirts that I picked up at Good Will, so it didn't really matter if they "took" or not.

I did silk screening, and I did the heat transfer thing. I stamp on fabric, which proved to be harder than it looked. At least for me. My stamped fabric did not come out clear at all, but rather blurred.

I did silk marbeling on squares of silk 11x15. That wasn't my favorite thing. I have these marbled pieces of silk with absolutely no idea what I am going to do with.

I was fed well, and stayed moving through the entire day with the exception of during lunch and the morning and afternoon lecture time. I was a puddle by the end of each day.

I was on overload all week long, becoming so exhausted as well as brain dead that I can't begin to say what was on TV or what I read at the end of the day. I was definitely on Zombie overload, and my brain simply shut down.

Now I am home. There's no place like home. Home means that I don't have to run around all day and wear myself to a frazzle. Being home means I don't have to interact with others. Home means I can sit at the computer and do SparkPeople all day if I want. Or I can go to my quilt rooms and play. Home is where I listen to whatever music I want to hear and take naps. Home has my exercise routine on the wall, and my workout tools.

I don't have to take turns at home. I don't have to be cheerful at home. I can be a recluse, grumpy, quiet. I can shuffle around in my tattered slippers, don't have to brush my hair or put on make up. I don't have to be color co-ordinated with my clothing. Heck! I don't even have to wear clothing at ALL at home!

I can sit and get caught up with my mail. I can hold my catty girls on my lap for as long as they need it. I can turn off the brain, go on auto pilot and not be questioned.

And now I can close this blog and do my workout. After all, I am HOME!!!
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LOULOUBELLE2 8/9/2009 5:06PM

    I admire your staying power...I don't think I could have done it.........Not in so short a time anyway....maybe over several sessions set a week or more apart. My brain doesn't work any more with all that overload. emoticon

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NOTFATCAT 8/9/2009 3:13PM

    Glad you had a 'good' time and were able to get out of your routine for awhile.
Hope you were able to still be true to yourself and stay SP focused while you were gone and don't have to backtrack much, if any.
Good to have you back.

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MSUEQUILTS 8/8/2009 5:50PM

    The one thing you didn't do is curl up and dye! LOL!! Wow! I don't know if I would survive that! The question is, are you going to dye stuff on your own?

If SP had ruby slipper goodies, I'd send you one!

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BIZEEMOMTO3 8/8/2009 12:35PM

    Those homeschool conferences I used to go to were just like that. Overload information. I was always so glad to get home and do nothing. It often felt like I had time warped around the universe by the time I made it home. No running around your quilt room naked unless your shades are pulled, you don't want gawkers! emoticon

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