Our internet has been down since last week. Our internet is always down.
Last week PH took me to work with him. He was making sales calls in a quaint, beautiful little town called Pentwater and was going to be gone for two days. Weather was beautiful, so I tagged along for the ride. We stopped at wineries, restaurants, attractions, farmer's markets and hotels. Mostly I sat in the car and read while he spent a few minutes with his accounts but there were some things that needed investigating and a whole day Friday shopping in the cute downtown.
I love farm stands. I love the homemade-ness of them. I love to photograph them.
When we drove by this one the next day, most of the corn was gone!
Today the weather was going to be perfect. I had the day in front of me with no excuses. So I got the jar of indigo stock and got going on part two.
and this is the fourth.
First dip
and fourth.
This tangle is what happens to a skein of yarn that drops out of your hand in a dye vat and you can't see it. When it's all done I can detangle it but for now I told it that it if it couldn't play nice it had to hang somewhere away from the fabric. No bad influence needed, thank you very much.
By now the vat wasn't green anymore, it was deep blue. Deep blue vats do not dye blue, they quit and don't do anything. I have to read up on how to get it back to green so I can dip some more.
I'm not sure how this is going to go. The fabric and yarn are now dry but I didn't neutralize them because I want to try again tomorrow. Good friends of mine were on their way to Grand Rapids from Chicago and stopped to visit. That's a perfect reason to end the project for today.
It takes a long time. Between each step you wait for 15 minutes to a half hour. So four dips can take all afternoon. The recommended dip amount is at least five but the Japanese go to 25! This is a really pretty shade of blue and I would leave it alone but for the fact there will be wash out. I'm also not sure how color fast this is. I've read everything from "use vinegar" to "use pee" (again the pee) to "don't bother, it will rub off no matter what you do."And there are pictures of people in Africa who live in indigo dyed fabrics and their bodies have turned blue. So.....curtains maybe?
Indigo won't dissolve in water, it needs to be broken down with an alkaline like urine in order for it to dissolve. I have been reading websites for a long time on dyeing with indigo and happened on one about using actual urine (not the powdered kind I think I have.) Friend Laurie was hysterical with the mental image of me peeing in a five gallon bucket but I swear this is true. This woman pees in a bucket and when she wants to dye something she tosses an ounce of indigo into the pee pot and tosses in some fabric. She leaves the pot to "ferment" outdoors and it's "always ready when she wants to dye something."
To be continued......
One more thing!!! I just finished this book. It will be published in October and is worth every minute of time you give it.
The Luminous Heart of Jonah S.
Something I learned.
There are Iranian Jews. I didn’t
know that. And I didn’t know that when
many, many, many of them left Iran when the Shah was deposed, they came to Los
Angeles. Assimilation here is difficult
for any immigrant but trying to fit into Los Angeles could be particularly
difficult.
This is the story of the Soleymans family and when the story
opens Raphael’s Son (yes, that is his name) is found dead in the front seat of
his car, his throat slit, the car saturated with his blood. He is definitely dead. His wife finds him, goes into the house to
call the police and upon her return finds the car empty. After forty years of tormenting the Iranian
Jewish community both in Iran and Los Angeles, no one feels particularly sorry
to hear Raphael’s Son is dead. It’s the story of the Soleymans family that
we learn as the investigation proceeds that’s so riveting.
Raphael’s Son was cast off in
Iran, his mother particularly horrible but who wouldn’t be told that Raphael’s
Son wasn’t a true member of the Soleymans family. A family that never accepted him. Raphael’s son became a Bernie Madoff type who,
in his hatred of all, ruins so very many lives in his Ponzi scheme.
There are so many suspects! And it’s their story that brings this all
together into the story of the Iranian Jewish community. Their struggles to assimilate, their struggle
to maintain what shaped their lives for thousands of years. There are the driven ones, and there are the
ones who try to live as their customs at home guided their lives but find
themselves not in Iran but in LA. There
are the children, the next generation. And there are those who were
professional doctors, lawyers, accountants at home but stocking grocery shelves here,
lost in their own pain.
And this incredibly engaging, interesting, informative and
gorgeously written story takes off from there.
We see the Iran we didn’t know about.
The one that’s not in the news .
I wanted to read this every minute of the day but knew if I did I’d
finish it and I didn’t want that to happen, either. So I kept reading, shaking my head at the
author’s talent and after turning the last page just said, “wow.”
