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“I’m feeling more like a hippy by the minute.” Now, maybe from some moms this isn’t an unusual phrase. But from my mom, my conservative, raised-in-the-wake-of-the-depression, non-drinking, non-swearing mom, this is an astonishing comment. And one I got a tremendous chuckle about. Seeing my mom loosen up from time to time is always fun for my sister and I.
Over the weekend, I took my supplies out to my mom’s place in the Hill Country to play around with dyeing. We had a blast. It was so much fun to share with her techniques that I’m still just figuring out. My daughter looked on with amusement, I think, as the “what about trying this” comments flew all afternoon.
We ended up with some great pieces, some of which are pictured. The ones that came out more subtle I brought home planning to unleash myself with paint, stamps and bleach. I must say we figured out a great set up outside and this was the first of many more play dates. While this time my mom was patient with my tendency to follow recipes as a guideline and move way “outside the lines”, next time I think we’ll focus one one color (well, ok, maybe two) and attempt to get a gradation of color. As a former art teacher and exceptional quilter, mom has always mentioned the wonder of seeing those graded hues others have produced. It will be fun to put our heads and skills together and “wow” ourselves. Though, without wanting to gloat, we had an ample share of “wow” already.
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