I knew I was a changed woman when I stared picking Holly trees for the berries. And the berries for a pair of hosiery that HAD to be dyed naturally. RIT being easier to obtain, I went the opposite way. Naturally.
After being pricked countless times, why I didn’t give up, who knows, I promised myself it was worth it. Crazy.
Natural dyeing is 100% new to me. Start talking about mordants, and you lose me.
But But But this was simple.
1. Cut lots of berries from a Holly tree.
2. Boil them for at least an hour.
3. Drain water into a bowl, or simply remove berries from pot, leaving water behind.
4. Dump stockings in, moving around to fully cover in colored water.
5. Let soak for 1+ hour.
6. Squeeze dry and throw into dryer until completely dry.
I ended up with a soft pink, very subtle and pretty, as opposed to the pure white I started with.
This can become addictive, no? Checkout my inspiration over at Ways of the Whorl, where she gets a beautiful blue from black beans.
This weekend I spent 90% of my time with family. One of the highlights being my Grandma pushing out a huge 10 gallon tub FULL of photos. “And just to show you how much I love pictures” is what she said. I hustled out the door. Not because I didn’t want to shuffle through some odd years worth of photos and dust, but because I knew I’d get carried away with ewws and ahhs. Plus I was already late for the next family function.
My cousin posted this picture of our grandmother that same day. I kicked myself for not staying, but it got me thinking. 1. Will I have a tub of photos to dust off with my grandchildren OR will I be subject to years of failed hard drives and cloud stored images that end up in some bought out company’s abyss. 2. I need to “make more pictures” as my Grandma puts it. And no, not on instagram, but tangible pictures to file away…
A Call for Photos:
Do you have funky old photos of bell-bottom clad parents/grandparents/uncles, aunts, cousins, etc. etc.?
Whatever the era, as long as they’re old, send them my way.
1. Scan the photo and send a high res(aka: high quality) image to firstname.lastname@example.org
2. Also include some sort of description
3. I’ll post them here on Freshly Given with hopes of encouraging people to make their photos tangible.
Crazy girl with that loud camera thinks she’s going to make great shots. Yep yep yeppers. My new friend is old and noisy with double meaning. When focusing everyone knows I’m using a film camera, plus the ‘disturbance’ in the photos is perfect. This baby will put a Photoshop filter to shame I tell you.
These are the first roll of film from my newly acquired Konica Minolta Maxxum 7000. I’m hoping my photo-genius friends (Julia Paris and Erika Smith) will approve of my first sets. Plus, cute babies make bad photography look better. Usually.
If I could just find a silencer for this baby. No worries, I’m referring to the camera. That way, my camera and I will avoid side eyes in quiet crowds. I.e. my friend’s white coat ceremony. Imagine what that was like.
(Thank you Tameka and Debbie for the shots of me and my precious nephew. Even more thanks to Tameka and Tru for sharing him with me.)
Excuse the iPhone mixed with bad lighting photos. If you can get past it, I know it’s hard, fix your eyes on this one-of-a-kind dress worn by the beautiful Joanie. It was the perfect dress for the pre-wedding festivities. But get this, the dress is over 30 years old!
Thankfully, the woman behind it was in the room. I’ll never forget Grandma. Marie. A stylish 80-something cross country RV-er and full of life. She was most approachable and full of delightful stories about her life including her outings with her husband, also present. She’d made this dress for a work party she attended with him. We laughed and exchanged jokes about our husbands, the irony of sitting so close to the sweets, and how we both really wanted to stop eating the homemade turtles but couldn’t muster up the self-control.
My life? Stale toast in comparison to hers. Even on the dance floor she and her man out-shined the 20-somethings. I fell in love with her, and hope to leave an impression on others as she has on me. And to believe it all started with a dress…
Haha! These crazy shorts. I know. I thought the same thing while wearing them. And yes I know the patterns don’t quite line up in the front, but I’m getting there.
The two sisters Poly and Ester helped me with this one. I cut them to size, sewed them, and threw them on for a little psychedelic shorts action. Which warranted a relative to say, ‘where are you going in that?’. Plus, I mistakable wore these to a tea party with little girls, seriously, and was asked by the responsible adult, to change.
Haha. I need to plan my days better.
Blouse: Vintage from my Grandma
Shorts: Old fabric from my Grandma
Puffer Jacket: United Colors of Benetton
Boots: Miss Sixty