One of the things that has disappeared this last year is my calico overdye project. I was taking high quality quilting cotton and overdyeing it with natural dyes. I thought quilters would be interested in buying it and learning to make it themselves. I packaged fat quarters of four different prints overdyed with the same color together. The original color and pattern of the calico influenced the outcome, but overdyeing made very different prints come together cohesively, and gave them the beauty of the natural dyes. I thought they would be very useful in quilting, and offer something different as well. Well. My first obstacle was the water here on the rock. We have a well, and the water is heavy with magnesium and iron. As I have mentioned, natural dyes are very sensitive to metals, and iron is especially dulling. Town water here comes from a massive river, and is beautifully clear, but I had to carry it in 2 1/2 gallon carriers and when you are dyeing yards of fabric that gets to be very hard work in a hurry. I talked it up at my local quilting guild and gave one class to its members, but it was clear that the response wouldn't be overwhelming. What was overwhelming was the effort of working full-time and trying to do this kind of heavy production dyeing when it wasn't what I really cared about in the first place. It took me a while to winnow this realization out of the larger cloud of depression that has been hanging over me, but when I did, I decided to let it go. It hurt, because I had already put a lot into it. I sold all of the remaining bolts of undyed fabric on Craig's List, and gave my overflowing overdyes to my sister-in-law. She is an avid quilter who belongs to a local group that makes quilts for people undergoing chemotherapy at the hospital. They make beautiful small lap quilts by the dozens and give them all away. All my extra cloth, both pretty and ghastly (some of my early efforts were pretty bad) disappeared into their stash and that was that.
This week Lynne, (my sister-in-law) dropped off a package. One of the quilters in her group (I don't know who, I'll have to find out) used my cloth to make this simple, but charming quilt and she wanted me to see it before it is given away. It was so thoughtful of her, and sort of a bittersweet experience to see my fabric come together so well.
It reminded me that I have another quilt made by a highly accomplished artist named Patti Dever. She took some of my overdyes when I was just beginning and made a lovely little quilt which she showed with her other amazing work as the featured quilter in the local quilt show. After the show was over, she gave the quilt to me. I wish I had a better picture of it, but when I decided to write this post I had to rush home and photograph it in the last rays of the setting sun. I'll try again when the weekend comes.
So my ill-starred calico venture has ended, but not without some positive results. I am back at work on table linens now, trying to avoid all expectations and hopes, just making what I can. I re-mordanted my bird runners and painted them again, trying for a deeper color. I put two more of that pattern, plus some other old stuff into indigo this weekend and will show it all
when it has been rinsed out.