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Since I have dye mixed anyway...
Feb. 16th, 2008 04:57 pmI was musing on shibori and the various breeds of it last night while Mark was trying to go to sleep. Figured it was fair balance after significant portions of conversation involving chamber pressure and why a certain load of gunpowder in a certain casing with a certain bullet will go straight through a living being with comparatively small entrance and exit wounds as opposed to another load/casing/bullet, which would blow the same being wide. The physics of it, you know? Fascinating stuff, but not exactly my cuppa.
So I figured, as I chattered on about the potential fun to be had with arashi shibori, if only I had a large-bore PVC pole and some sturdy synthetic string, that this would be the fibre arts version of the Bedtime Ramble I used to give Dae.*
And then he blinked at me and got out of bed and wandered out of the room...
And came back with a chunk of PVC tubing roughly the size of my thigh.
"Would this do?"
... :D
Yes, actually...
So today, we raided Hancock's for ivory cotton lawn and all the notions needed to make scarves for his mother and a friend of hers, then came home and wrapped one of the lengths of lawn round the pole, squished it down, and bleached it. At the moment, it's stewing in its hydrogen peroxide neutralising bath, making the house smell like a doctor's office (yes, we have a window open and a fan going). When the timer beeps, I'll rinse it, rescue it from the pole, and give it a round in the washer and dryer to see how it's turned out.
Then we'll hem both lengths, wrap 'em again, and play with dye.
And yes, there will be pictures.
(~bounces with glee~ I get to play with polewrapping!!! Oh, the things that can be done....)
Wish me luck.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*- One night, I told him the entirety of the story within the first few chapters of Genesis; another night it was Exodus. Think it was religious indoctrination? Go back and read the texts, then consider who you're talking to. :) And in addition to instilling in my boyo an appreciation for dramatic irony, it knocked him right out. Good stuff.
So I figured, as I chattered on about the potential fun to be had with arashi shibori, if only I had a large-bore PVC pole and some sturdy synthetic string, that this would be the fibre arts version of the Bedtime Ramble I used to give Dae.*
And then he blinked at me and got out of bed and wandered out of the room...
And came back with a chunk of PVC tubing roughly the size of my thigh.
"Would this do?"
... :D
Yes, actually...
So today, we raided Hancock's for ivory cotton lawn and all the notions needed to make scarves for his mother and a friend of hers, then came home and wrapped one of the lengths of lawn round the pole, squished it down, and bleached it. At the moment, it's stewing in its hydrogen peroxide neutralising bath, making the house smell like a doctor's office (yes, we have a window open and a fan going). When the timer beeps, I'll rinse it, rescue it from the pole, and give it a round in the washer and dryer to see how it's turned out.
Then we'll hem both lengths, wrap 'em again, and play with dye.
And yes, there will be pictures.
(~bounces with glee~ I get to play with polewrapping!!! Oh, the things that can be done....)
Wish me luck.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*- One night, I told him the entirety of the story within the first few chapters of Genesis; another night it was Exodus. Think it was religious indoctrination? Go back and read the texts, then consider who you're talking to. :) And in addition to instilling in my boyo an appreciation for dramatic irony, it knocked him right out. Good stuff.
