craft day

Sometimes you buy things and then wonder what you were thinking when you made the purchase. And these items float around in closets and on shelves reminding you as you come across them that you are not always of sound, clear mind. Sometimes I can just give things away, chalking it up to mercury in retrograde or some such other excuse. But this morning I took to crafting, something I think I am just genetically predisposed. So that off white cotton sweater became grey with a bottle of Rit dye and a YouTube video watched.

Really, the color is quite nice and as long as it doesn't rub off on me every time I wear it, I'll be happy.
So then I moved on to that pink cashmere yarn I bought. Well it was on sale, but the pink,  it was pink. So another YouTube video on tea dyeing watched.

Eight teabags later, I may have some yarn I can actually knit into something that might be wearable.

No, I did not make the wind chime the yarn is hanging from, that came from a neighbor who was cleaning out a house of someone who must have seriously been into crafts.