For some twisted reason, and impending storm excites me. Stoke the fire, put on a pot of stew, open a bottle of red wine, light some candles and I'm ready! I had hours to plan, and time to spare, so a quick vat of indigo was started. Silks and fine linens were twisted and tied, dipped and dyed. Hung to dry, or rather freeze dry, while the the storm named Nemo made it's presence known. Flakes were falling while the indigo set, and then the frozen sheets of scarves and sarongs were brought in to thaw and be laundered. Another great day to dye.
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