Another gift of a sunny day

The days of December are usally short, cold and dreary. The last few  warm and sunny days have recharged my batteries. Decided to go ahead and shear the last two kids that have beautiful, long and silky red and black locks of mohair. I heard the wind blowing around 11 last night, since I had a window up, so down to the barn I went to fit a cashmere sweater on them. They were curled up with their mama, chewing their cud. My buckets of dye are ready to be used. My natural dyeing is the same procedure as my acid dyeing. Don't read the books, just do it. I threw in several things, black walnut hulls, pomegranites, mullen, all gathered around the farm this fall, into a bucket and left them. The rain filled the buckets and the tea brewed. I don't heat the stinky dye, just brew. Then strain, then simmer the wool and dye, cool, then simmer some more. I use dyes that have their own mordant, just makes sense to me.