I was playing with dyes. I had some grey in the slightly wrong shade that I over dyed with some blue. I wanted a pale blue grey, and ended up with a pale grey/greenish blue. I'd been trying with the old Cushing's dyes, but ended up realising that some of the dyes are union dyes, not acid dyes, and this colour was one of those. I wasn't impressed. Kevin liked them though. As I set the skeins to finish drying in front of the fire, he cozied himself up to them like they were his new best friend. However, his track record with drying skeins hasn't been good. Usually it has to be something I have plans for, or some sort of expensive fibre like cashmere. We've had plenty of "conversations " about his attraction to my damp yarns, whether dyed or just wet finished. I know he understands where I stand on this issue " don't touch it", when every other second he glanced at me, sometimes with squinty eyes, like he was. warning me off.
I got him to move and thought my yarn was safe. The next day though, I found that particular skein on the ground and in a bit of a tangle. When I wound it into a ball, I found it was now in three pieces. While I wasn't too happy with it, I wasn't surprised. I was much happier than the cashmere skein which I'd found in a thousand tiny little pieces and was totally unusable. I used to keep my drying yarn safe by setting a towel over the top bar of my Fanny loom and hanging it there. I recently gave away that loom though, and didn't even think about the K issue. Obviously a chair isn't a safe option.
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