RETURN TO CLOTH COMFORTS

Tell-Tale Stain on a favorite table cloth after several attempts at removal--remnant of x-trusted neighbors gross misuse of the apartment, and a thorn in my side.

Felt really good ripping it all apart.

I played around with 'weave' for a while. 

It's just TOO red and white!
Stowed it away, and pulled out some other cloth bits.

Reviewed these past dye results.

Black oak on tea stained cotton sheeting.

On to the long neglected dye pot.
Tea bags and old gunk...

All the dye on hand, some beet juice, berry juice with mold, weak oak leftovers, and a bit of cumin.  I plan to mix it all together, brew and strain.

Then, bundle the red and white cloths,
and let them stew.

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Meanwhile, on the heels of another sleepless night...

...I've finally figured out the issues I've been worrying.
So, okay.  No wonder I'm sleeping through days avoiding depression, tossing and turning through nights.  Returning to cloth work was medicinal, and I had a good weep over the touching moments in tonights broadcast of "Last Tango in Halifax". I feel better.
Ha!
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I wonder if it's too late to learn guitar,
become a busker in City parks week ends?

http://youtu.be/gjIlReZPPNw
Dixie Michelle makes her own guitars too!
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No matter what the content of  the moment, this too will pass.