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Sep. 15th, 2024 06:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darchildreTwo occurrences from yesterday:
1) So I have this brown skirt that I sewed that I didn't like the color of - I had dyed it myself and the brown came out too light and too orange for my taste. I had decided to overdye it a darker brown and began the process yesterday after dinner. Dyeing takes a while - I was using Rit, and the process is "Make a dye bath, put the item in stirring frequently for up to an hour, rinse out the excess dye, make another bath if you're using color fixitive, put the item in and stir frequently for 20 minutes, rinse again, wash the item in the washing machine, then dry."
I had gotten to the "then dry" part last night before I went to bed. Just before I threw the skirt in the dryer, I looked over it to see how the color looked and was a little dismayed to find several places where it didn't look even and the dye hadn't taken properly. There wasn't anything I could do about it at that point, so I threw it in the dryer and went to bed.
Where I proceeded to alternately worry all night about how I had ruined my skirt, and then try to figure out ways that I hadn't ruined it, or at least not irreparably, and this is how I could fix things. It was not a pleasant night.
And this morning, I pulled the skirt out of the dryer and, lo and behold, the color looks much more even than I remembered, and the few places where the dye didn't take are on inside of the skirt. It looks much better than my catastrophizing brain thought it did.
I don't recommend this worrying-all-night-to-discover-things-are-fine process to anyone, but the relief I'm feeling right now I really pretty great.
2) As I walked to my mailbox yesterday, I passed a dude on the sidewalk carrying a large reusable grocery bag that I couldn't see inside of. I didn't recognize him, but that doesn't mean anything - I am a hermit and am not terribly familiar with many of the people in my neighborhood.
As I passed him, he stopped, looked and me, and said, "Excuse me, I believe these are yours." Whereupon he reached into the grocery bag, pulled out a small but perfect bunch of tiny jewel-like grapes, and handed them to me. Then he walked away.
I have two theories:
a) He has grown the grapes in his garden, now has more grapes than he knows what to do with, and is giving them away to random people.
b) Grape fairy.
If theory b is correct, I'm probably in trouble, because I ate some of the grapes before I thought better of it. They are very tart but very tasty.
1) So I have this brown skirt that I sewed that I didn't like the color of - I had dyed it myself and the brown came out too light and too orange for my taste. I had decided to overdye it a darker brown and began the process yesterday after dinner. Dyeing takes a while - I was using Rit, and the process is "Make a dye bath, put the item in stirring frequently for up to an hour, rinse out the excess dye, make another bath if you're using color fixitive, put the item in and stir frequently for 20 minutes, rinse again, wash the item in the washing machine, then dry."
I had gotten to the "then dry" part last night before I went to bed. Just before I threw the skirt in the dryer, I looked over it to see how the color looked and was a little dismayed to find several places where it didn't look even and the dye hadn't taken properly. There wasn't anything I could do about it at that point, so I threw it in the dryer and went to bed.
Where I proceeded to alternately worry all night about how I had ruined my skirt, and then try to figure out ways that I hadn't ruined it, or at least not irreparably, and this is how I could fix things. It was not a pleasant night.
And this morning, I pulled the skirt out of the dryer and, lo and behold, the color looks much more even than I remembered, and the few places where the dye didn't take are on inside of the skirt. It looks much better than my catastrophizing brain thought it did.
I don't recommend this worrying-all-night-to-discover-things-are-fine process to anyone, but the relief I'm feeling right now I really pretty great.
2) As I walked to my mailbox yesterday, I passed a dude on the sidewalk carrying a large reusable grocery bag that I couldn't see inside of. I didn't recognize him, but that doesn't mean anything - I am a hermit and am not terribly familiar with many of the people in my neighborhood.
As I passed him, he stopped, looked and me, and said, "Excuse me, I believe these are yours." Whereupon he reached into the grocery bag, pulled out a small but perfect bunch of tiny jewel-like grapes, and handed them to me. Then he walked away.
I have two theories:
a) He has grown the grapes in his garden, now has more grapes than he knows what to do with, and is giving them away to random people.
b) Grape fairy.
If theory b is correct, I'm probably in trouble, because I ate some of the grapes before I thought better of it. They are very tart but very tasty.
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Date: 2024-09-17 07:35 pm (UTC)