In her Thursday post, Dr. B talks about Testing it Out. About not just racing ahead with something willy-nilly*, but actually planning and carefully preparing for projects, thereby minimizing the chances of turning your project into a muddled less-than-perfect mess.
Normally, I am a testing-it-out sort of girl. (I've told ya'll about my cautious nature plenty before so this should come as no surprise to anyone who's read more than, say, two posts on this little blog.) Normally, I would not have purchased yarn and then, within 24 hours of first opening the package, have the yarn out in my kitchen, mistreating it. I guess right now does not qualify as "normally" because, also as previously mentioned, I've attempted to overdye my Lisa Souza yarn.
See, I was having a weak moment when I decided to futz around with this yarn. I was contemplating how to remedy my color issue on Tuesday and then on Tuesday evening, I had a bit of a bad crafting experience. Katy and Lori (not normally known for their craftiness) have decided to embrace their inner Jackie Guerra and have taken up beading. I say this with all sincerity: they are both quite talented with the beads. They both have an eye for the color combinations and the do-you-use-wire-or-do-you-use-stretchy-fishing-line type decisions. I got caught up in their enthusiasm and agreed to go with them to Michael's...where I spent $56 on beads and paraphernalia (I know! I know! Consider the yarn budget!) We eagerly headed to Katy's house for a little quality sisterly crafting time.
It was a disaster, ya'll. I wish I could say that I enjoyed the beads. That I was happily surprised and this new little adventure. It didn't happen. After 7 straight hours of beading, I was in tears (surprise, surprise) and using all sorts of unladylike words. I am kidding, it was really only 2 hours, I think, it just seemed longer...but I'm not kidding about the tears or the unladylike words. By the time the crafting was done for the evening, I'd sold all of my newly procured beads to Katy and vowed never to bead again.
So when I got to the house, I was in desperate need of comforting so I turned to the warm, soft arms of my beloved yarn. I looked up the Kool-Aid dying instructions on Knitty, grabbed my yarn and set to work. That first go ended in mediocre results but last night was a different story.
(Bottom skein is the original color, top skein the doctored version.)
It isn't illustrated well by this picture but the color is quite a bit darker. I am really happy with the results. It is a deep red, with the slightest hint of a rust undertone. It is now wound in a tidy center pull ball and ready to become socks.
This evening, I was doing some additional reading about Kool-Aid dying. Nearly everything I read emphasized that Kool-Aid dying only works on protein fibers. In fact, one tutorial I read said absolutely this method wouldn't work on superwash yarns or blends. This yarn is a 75%/25% superwash wool/nylon blend. Had I read this tutorial earlier, I wouldn't have even tried.
For once, I am glad I threw caution to the wind. In fact, I am considering ordering some Bare yarn from KnitPicks soon. I am a sucker for a new magic trick.
"Here's to those who wish us well, and those that don't may go to hell." -Patsy Cline, attributed
*Have ya'll read Izzy Willy-Nilly by Cynthia Voigt? I read it the first time in junior high and then again late just because. I think it is a young adult novel but it is an excellent book. If you are looking for a quick read, this is a very good story and well written, as is standard for Cynthia Voigt.