Maybe I’m just impatient. Well, maybe there is no maybe to it: I am impatient.
And consequently tea dyeing is not for me. I can’t keep my hands out of it. I keep checking the progress, and by doing so delaying it, or certainly messing with the mottled look I’m craving, and basically ruining everything before it even gets going.
So I took the same red and blue wool out of the tea bath and put it in a quick bath of cocoa brown Rit dye. Well, no waiting here! Actually there was some scurrying instead. Cocoa brown Rit dye will dye anything, I’m assuming even black, to cocoa brown in a matter of minutes if not seconds.
I’m learning the hard way with this rug making stuff, of course, and now know that unless the wool has a nuance of color change to it, it looks too bland, no matter how lovely the color is. I’m guessing all wool must be dyed before punching, unless you are using a tweed or plaid, and perhaps I’ll be dyeing those too. I see book after book filled with specific instructions for dyeing wool for hooked rugs. It all sounds like so much work. And who has the room and hardware? I can see why those semi-professional rug hookers get themselves big studios. And believe, I want one!
My dyed pieces are on hangers swinging from a tree. My studio is the grass in my backyard, and my hardware is an old ice bucket and a hose, and I also have a jug of vinegar. I can see there are a few pieces I may want to re-drizzle with the saved dye but we won’t know until tonight if I’m going to have some more work to do on this.
I am so happy with my design I can barely walk away from it, but the nuances of these colors will be my greatest trial, and I don’t believe that anyone who is now very good at this didn’t go through the same learning process. I will prevail.
And I will post the results of today’s dye bath tomorrow.