After the boys left yesterday, I went back to the dye studio - remembering that it was their father (my son-in-law) who gave me my first dyes: plastic baggies from Dharma left over from when he was tie-dyeing Grateful Dead t-shirts in college. I've long since used them up, but I remember how excited I was to get his hand-me-up dyes. I don't think a single thing I've dyed this weekend will make it onto the runways next fall. Wrong colors.
On another subject, I am up to page 22 in The View from the Studio Door and have just come to the question: What is Art? Extremely pertinent in view of the carping that has been on the QuiltArt list this past week. But I am on my way to bed and hope to get back to Ted Orland's food for thought tomorrow.
1 comment:
what wonderful colors! I want, I want , I want....
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