With no fixed idea for a design (rather, I’ve had so many my head is just muddled now, and a family crisis didn’t help much) I decided to dye some wool first and then see if I know what it wants. Otherwise I’ll just procrastinate forever, waiting for “perfect” to land in my head. Continue reading “Rug dyeing”
Some couriers are like clockwork – others apparently have a few cogs in their gears. Like a time quote of 2 days in reality being 11, and not just because of Easter since pickup alone took 5…
Anyhow, I now have my rug roving and dyeing can commence. I haven’t decided on a pattern, once my options are limitless I become paralyzed it seems. But I do have a vague colour scheme, so I’m going to weigh out the amount, see what it looks like on the other side and take it from there.
Almost done, one more wall to paint and I can move in – my arms will only do one at a time, and they need 3 layers. I wanted to take pics before filling the place up with junk though, so I thought I might as well show a little panorama.
The “bridge” has been turned into “balconies” at each end.
Last installment of this series and more photos will happen when I’ve made myself comfortable. Getting stuff up there may take a while, though, and first I need to find a vaccuum cleaner that really sucks.
I’ve been floundering all week, too physically exhausted to do anything with my ideas and plans, not just painting the last bit of ceiling in my loft, but even knitting, doodling or weaving. But I guess it’s ok, once I’m done up there my muscles can recover and my mind will also have freed a few extra gears for new projects. It’s a good thing I didn’t know how long I’d be away from everything or I wouldn’t have started! In other words, I didn’t make very good of my threat to get messy yet.
A little bit of progress since my last images 2 months ago. I was hoping to have made the first storage shelf this weekend, which is why I’d painted one end, but since it turns out that I’m not strong enough to paint a whole room in one session or even a quarter of it, I’m just going to keep doing every bit as the drywall goes up. And then I can get rid of the boardwalk, making it possible to paint the rest of the slanted ceiling without bending my neck out of proportion. Yes, I’m all about thinking in steps at the moment, what’s next, and next…
