Soggy. Dark. Windy. It’s the first day of November. But I found these in the garden! A line of poetry has been running through my head,
‘…if Winter comes can Spring be far behind?’
Thanks to the wonders of the internet I found it’s from ‘Ode to the West Wind’ by Shelley. Thank you Percy, those words are going to keep me going for the next few months!
I try so hard this time of the year to convince myself I like autumn. I look at all the beautiful photographs in Country Living of autumn leaves, and snuggly coats and interesting things to do with sweet chestnuts. I read articles about the joys of crisp mornings and hot chocolate by a roaring fire and, while I like all these things, nothing can make up for the shortening of the days, and the prospect of the colour gradually leeching out of the surroundings as winter approaches.
Today has been glorious and I took the camera out to capture the last few flashes of colour in the garden
So while it’s sunny outside I make the most of the colour left in the year, and when the weather turns, I, and my studio assistants, Henry…
…and Higgins…
…(Oh dear, you can’t get the staff!)… get stuck into the dye bath and making our own colourful landscape. Using the microwave has been a revelation as far as dyeing is concerned. I’ve never really used it it much in the kitchen apart from defrosting things, heating up my wheat bag and exploding custard (don’t ask).
Using the Easifix dyes I’ve been able to work out a foolproof method of mixing the dyes, getting reliable results and not ending up with multicoloured hands and splashes all over the walls. I had the most wonderful time experimenting with mixing the powders and the amounts and have been really excited by the variety of hues possible just using the four shades, Turquoise, Golden Yellow, Ultramarine and Magenta. I have been so organised! 
…and now I have a whole gardenful of beautiful yarn to play with…
If I never made anything with all these gorgeous colours I would happily sit and look at them, but I do have a project in mind…
I love the idea of having a hedgehog in the garden helping out with the slug problem, but not now as the clocks are about to go back. I was very surprised to look up from the computer screen and see a small brown shape making it’s way across the front lawn. I rushed out with my camera and it seemed happy to pose amongst the fallen cherry leaves while I snapped away, realising as I did so it was far to small to survive the winter.
Happily I remembered a hedgehog-themed conversation with a neighbour along the lane who rescues them, so having upended a plastic bucket over it I rushed in to telephone her. Ten minutes later, it was calmly sitting in her hands prior to going off for a meal of cat food. Having established, with delight, it was a female – apparently 80% of rescued hedgehogs are male – she was duly named Cherry, what else?
To my delight, I find that it is not considered ridiculous to knit things for hedgehogs ( I have had a few rather sarcastic questions about what sort of sweater I will be knitting for Higgins) as poorly or undernourished hedgehogs need little blankets to snuggle up in. So, another project to put on the list, a woolly blanket for Cherry. I wonder if she likes pink?
A sudden need struck today for comforting baking smells to fill the house. A batch of biscotti first, for the batch of puppy worshipping relatives descending in the afternoon. They’ll need something to munch while Higgins puts on a show. Then a Damp Orange Cake, which is satisfying on several levels. You have to boil the oranges for two hours first, which smells heavenly. In fact I would recommend boiling oranges even if you never make the cake…
You’d never know, would you that my favourite colour is blue? I’m not quite sure how the whole pink thing came to loom so large in my life. I suppose it’s a statement, a sock in the eye, in a way that blue can’t be, unless you count the chroma blue used in film making and that’s far too scary. It’s got better associations too, no-one wants to feel blue, but its nice to be ‘in the pink’.
I’m definitely ‘in the pink’ at the moment. Sunday’s introspection has been wafted away by a new project. Among the colourful blogs I gaze at with longing are ‘Attic 24’ and ‘Do you mind if I knit’. Both are filled with the most lovely, colourful, woolly objects and I want to do something colourful and woolly NOW. Unfortunately I seem to have accumulated a wool stash from other peoples leftovers consisting of brown, dull green, beige, maroon..why can’t I ever say no?
The rainbow of woolly loveliness I envisage would require a small mortgage if bought all at once from Rowan or Debbie Bliss…but I have DYE! And now, thanks to Ebay, I have wool. 500 grams of soft sheeny 4ply Bluefaced Leicester wool yarn.
I’ve decided to break the habit of a lifetime and be methodical about this! If I am, there’s a slim chance that if I produce something wonderful I can replicate it. (This never happens when I’m cooking) Thanks to Ewa’s tuition, I’m all set up for microwave dyeing. You really aren’t supposed to use the same microwave that you scramble your eggs in, so I have a cheap and cheerful one in the utility room, and an assortment of dyes left over from Art School. The easiest to use though are the Easifix All-in-one acid dyes from Colourcraft, so I’m working my way through Golden Yellow, Ultramarine, Turquoise and Magenta.
Magenta. That’s really, really pink. That’s what I used to dye the wool for my felt hat. It’s not subtle.
Having carefully read the instructions and done some sums (Sums!) I decided to wind off 25g hanks of the natural wool, and to dye a hank at a time, recording the results. (Mother-in-law would be proud, she was an industrial chemist) I started with the Ultramarine and after 15 minutes in the microwave had a gorgeous blue, and still some colour left in the pot. In went the next hank, a sky blue this time but although there was still a tinge to the water I couldn’t believe it would have any effect on the wool. I did the same with the Golden Yellow and was surprised at the depth of colour in the second batch.
Then on to the Magenta. This was scary at six o’clock in the morning (I have a puppy you know). Even the second batch was shocking. I peered into the dye bath, so pale I couldn’t believe it had anything left to give, chickened out and put a teeny, tiny bit more powder in.. big mistake, more big pink. So, final hank, I put it in the barely tinged dye bath, back in the microwave and lo and behold…Rose pink! A beautiful delicate pink, and the dye bath water was faintly yellow. Now I know just how far I can take the dyes my multicolour creation is getting more ecomical by the minute.
Of course, I have ordered the Scarlet dye, the Leaf Green, Deep Violet…oh, and another 500gms of Blue Leicester 4ply…
Um…Tim isn’t reading this, is he?
I’ve been feeling a little bogged down over the past few days. Lots to do, but no brain or motivation. Actually flitting about in Blogland makes it worse. Everybody elses little world seem full flowers and colour, homes straight out of ‘Country Living’. Happy children in homemade clothes eat vegetable soup straight from the kitchen garden, while mum produces patchwork quilts and hand knitted socks and fairy cakes, photographs it all AND writes about it.
Now I know that it’s the nature of beast. No one is going to photograph those days when the washing mashine overflows, the teenager throws a tantrum, the house is filled with the smell of burning toast and the puppy has done a poo behind the sofa…(that last a regular occurance in our house!) We create a fantasy version of our own lives for the consumpion of our readers, just in the way any magazine editor portrays a ‘look’ for publication. An acquaintance who’s ‘lovely country home’ was featured in a well know publication a few months ago said ‘It’s wonderful! They come in, and rearrange all your stuff, yes, but they CLEAN! Our house has never been so clean! And they do amazing things with the lighting!’ So even the house owners don’t live in houses like the ones in magazines!
So we make our own reality, and sometimes, when the north wind( heavily laced with farmyard manure) is howling across the vast field at the back of our house and darkness falls earlier and earlier, and your head is stuffed up with the first cold of the season and, Oh NO! there’s ANOTHER poo behind the sofa, it gets a bit hard. Hard to remember that you ‘live in the heart of the lovely Norfolk countryside, a stones throw from the Broads, a short drive from the beautiful windswept Norfolk coastline’. That your little cottage in it’s pretty garden is filled with books and crafts and colourful china which suitable displayed and lit, would portray a parallel existence.
I’m blaming the cold for all this…what I need is a rocket up my bum, back to Planet Penny!
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