Dyeing to Drink

I've been dying with Kool-Aid again. These are the photos from when my eldest daughter helped dye a skein for her teacher. I love that it is safe for the girls to use as well as for me (although I usually end up with colored hands).

I didn't realize until cropping this tonight that she was wearing the same colors as in the yarn we dyed. LOL!

This weekend we attempted tie-dying with Kool-Aid as well. I'll have to click pictures after ironing the shirts. I think mine won't keep its color as I mistakenly used fabric softener on it. After reading on the web I re-washed the girls' shirts and I'm hoping theirs stay better.

Knit, Knit, Knit...Sew, Sew, Sew...

I've knit and knit and knit some more and I finally took time for some photos. There are, of course, more to come. Here's what I've been up to:

Missing: Mind (oh, and needles, too)

I'm still going strong, making tons of doll dresses to present to a co-worker for her choice of Christmas gifts. I've been using a 16-inch size 7 circular needle for most of the work. I had it today as I Kitchener stitched the shoulders of a little white shrug. I set the needle down on the arm of the couch and didn't think of it for quite some time. I've been so busy that I'm casting on the next dress before I seam the last. This time I didn't.

So, hours later I went to grab my needles and work on a piece I had put on a string to await more yarn. I searched, my kids searched, and now hours later I'm still grumbling. I admit it, I'm hooked on that needle. It is funny. I am one of those knitters that have multiples of all my needles, stuck in a work-in-progress somewhere. I often buy another set or circular instead of searching too much. No one set or circular means much to me.

Today it irked me. I had been using this circular and some time ago wanted a second to make binding off easier. I didn't think to write down the size and ended up buying a sz 6 instead of a 7. Now the sz 6 is in a hat I'm knitting for one of my daughters for Christmas. I had recently purchased another 6 for a sweater to make for my Grandma. I vowed to keep all those needles with the yarn so I wouldn't be without when I needed them.

Irked! No time or money to go to the store today. So, I broke my vow and opened the one-size-too-small needles from Grandma's sweater and am finally back knitting again. I just wish I could figure out if I accidentally threw out the original. I've never loved a needle so much, but I've spent some serious quality time with that one and was just today noting how the bright pink finish was chipped in a spot. My pointer finger is just now calloused to perfection. I can't quit...ah, well...onward with the substitute.