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My next projects will be two more wedding shawls.  One with the working title "Something Blue" and the other will be "Blushing Bride."  

The loom is warped, the white shawl is done, and it's time to dye the yarn for the weft.  My dye process starts with my computer - also a cup of tea.  

Computer with spreadsheet for dye computations.

Once I have the numbers, I test dye 10 yard skeins, each weighing about 2 grams.  For the darkest shade of pink, the "recipe" called for just .2 milliliter of dye stock solution.  To measure that, I use a little syringe.  The paler shades required me to dilute after measuring.  The palest skein has just .025 ml of dye stock!  

Test dyeing small skeins of pink yarn.

The lightest skein is still not as pale as I would like, so I'm doing two more test skeins (in the little plastic cups in the photo).  I use a jeweler's gram scale to measure out tiny amounts of the fixative chemicals I need - salt and soda ash.

Different dyes strike with different intensities.  I got the blue I wanted on the first try.  Looking at the side-by-side comparison on of the blue and the palest pink, you can see that the pink is visually darker than the blue by converting the color photo to black and white.   Yet the pink has just 1/8 the dye concentration as the blue!

Esther Benedict
I always knew I would weave. From the time I got my first potholder loom as a child I was enchanted with taking thread and making it into cloth. It took another twenty years, though before I finally got myself a real, grown-up loom, and another twenty years after that for me to decide to make weaving part of my livelihood. I enjoy most fiber arts, including spinning, dyeing, sewing and embroidery, as well as weaving. I haven't give up my day job - I'm still a law firm administrator, as I have been for about thirty years. I like working for lawyers - they're smart, demanding people who keep me on my toes. I keep them organized. I live in Oxnard, California with my husband Bruce, a dachshund named Rosie and a Siamese cat called Bijou.
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