A person of colours.....
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osodecanelaThe weekend was a whirlwind and a blaze of colours.
Tom (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrtomcat) arrived late Thursday night. My partner in crime at the dye pot is doing a travel nursing contract just outside of DC, where he'll be till late this summer. We'd been talking about him coming for a visit for a while and had set this weekend as one for us to gather over soda ash and procion, to put our heads together and put colour to fabric.
LJ left midday Friday for Quarterly Meeting taking the 3 oldest godchildren with him. With my husband gone, it was Tom and I on our own for a good chunk of the weekend.
Tom had hoped there would be a passel of people dyeing together. Two friends of his from Okla. had been scheduled to join us, but ultimately could not. Leigh Ann & Rob were working, as was Dwayne (malamute_daddy). Sarah had an abscessed tooth, plus a date with the dentist. In the end, Patrick (hearlerpatrick) was the only one to join us, and then just for Saturday; the rest of the time, t'was just Tom and I. Much as I love my/our friends, I think this was a blessing in disguise. First of all, we were pretty productive, getting a fair number of our own projects done. Secondly, not feeling the need to entertain folks (my tendency when people are in my home, a byproduct of my upbringing) or to help others thru their own tiedye projects, proved better for me, as my energy level was extremely low. I only had my PICC line pulled last Wednesday and I'm still on antibiotics. There were a number of times I just needed to go sit down and veg for a bit.
I found the need to sit down and rest rather frustrating. Tom, bless his heart and his wisdom, reminded me repeatedly I'm still recuperating from a rather major infection and on a cellular level, I'm really, really busy. While grumbling under my breath, when I needed to go sit down, I did.
What did not go according to plan? Friday morning, a call partner called to say he'd admitted one of my patients for the worst headache of her life. Turned out to be an atypical migraine, made worse by the spinal tap she'd had as part of her emergency workup. This was the first time I'd seen a spinal headache, on top of a migraine. Not pretty. And it meant my going in to town when what I wanted was to spend time with Tom.
We hit the hospital together. Tom went off to check out the changes to the dialysis unit, while I took a couple of hours doing a workup and decide what more my patient needed done. I finally found an anesthesiologist who was willing to come do a blood patch, to get rid of the spinal headache. Sadly, he didn't show up until 8 hours after I saw the woman to evaluate her and then another hour to get the procedure done. She was lightyears better after the patch and went right to sleep thereafter. So much for me sending her home on Friday and saving me another trip into town the following morning.
Post hospital we did lunch at East-West Cafe (mmm, falafel, dolmas and baba ghanouj!), then off to K-mart for some shirts for Tom to dye, followed by Joann's for fabric. By 3 we headed for home. Patrick, Jan, Rob and Leigh Ann came were coming for supper, so while Tom started setting up for the dye pot, I hit the kitchen. A lemon poppyseed bundt went in the oven, followed by a meatloaf (bison, lamb and turkey) and artichokes into the steamer. I made a roasted poblano and garlic aioli to go with the artichokes and pulled everything out of the oven intime for everyone's arrival. Jan brought a salad, Rob and Leigh Ann some wine and the provedrbial good time was had by all.
In pulling our dye supplies out, Tom found almost no black dye, which meant no overdyes. As overdyes are a signature technique for us, that's not an option. Turns out he just hadn't seen the 5 lb bucket of Black I laid in last year, and I forgot it was in a separate cabinet from the other dye stuffs. Tom decided he'd head for Dharma Trading in Marin with Patrick the following morning, while I saw the woman in the hospital, and then we'd all meet back up at home. It was also an opportunity to get some of the new colours Dharma is now offering (Sage and moss green, oxblood red, palomino gold, mink brown...), plus some more synthrapol detergent, plus some things for Patrick to dye.
We played! In the early morning before we split, we got items into soak in the soda ash and set them out to dry on the line, so we'd have a chance to find out how dye moves on dry fabric as opposed to wet. AND yes there is a major difference. Thanks to that prep work and dry time, I was able to actually execute our fist successful Mandala pattern this weekend. Patrick got a number of shirts done that pleased him no end (see his journal for pictures), as did Tom and I. We did come up with a pair of shirts, his a polo and mine a sleeveless T in the same pattern and colour, a central chevron of four colours, camel, palomino gold, golden brown and rust, with the remainder of each shift well saturated in kilt green.
Don't 'ya know, when he came downstairs this morning for us to head for the airporter to get him back to his flight, we were both wearing those shirts. Great minds think alike; or dress alike as the case may be.
Fun as it was, our time this weekend was a tease. So short. So fast. I miss his presence here and really look forward to his return. Tom belongs here in northern California.
He pulled me aside Friday night, while I was making tea to serve with the bundt. Separately, Rob and Leigh Ann and then Jan greeted Tom with "Welcome home" when they arrived for dinner. I swore I hadn't put them up to it.
I hadn't. Really.
They are however echoing my feelings.
Tom (
mrtomcat) arrived late Thursday night. My partner in crime at the dye pot is doing a travel nursing contract just outside of DC, where he'll be till late this summer. We'd been talking about him coming for a visit for a while and had set this weekend as one for us to gather over soda ash and procion, to put our heads together and put colour to fabric.LJ left midday Friday for Quarterly Meeting taking the 3 oldest godchildren with him. With my husband gone, it was Tom and I on our own for a good chunk of the weekend.
Tom had hoped there would be a passel of people dyeing together. Two friends of his from Okla. had been scheduled to join us, but ultimately could not. Leigh Ann & Rob were working, as was Dwayne (
malamute_daddy). Sarah had an abscessed tooth, plus a date with the dentist. In the end, Patrick (hearlerpatrick) was the only one to join us, and then just for Saturday; the rest of the time, t'was just Tom and I. Much as I love my/our friends, I think this was a blessing in disguise. First of all, we were pretty productive, getting a fair number of our own projects done. Secondly, not feeling the need to entertain folks (my tendency when people are in my home, a byproduct of my upbringing) or to help others thru their own tiedye projects, proved better for me, as my energy level was extremely low. I only had my PICC line pulled last Wednesday and I'm still on antibiotics. There were a number of times I just needed to go sit down and veg for a bit.I found the need to sit down and rest rather frustrating. Tom, bless his heart and his wisdom, reminded me repeatedly I'm still recuperating from a rather major infection and on a cellular level, I'm really, really busy. While grumbling under my breath, when I needed to go sit down, I did.
What did not go according to plan? Friday morning, a call partner called to say he'd admitted one of my patients for the worst headache of her life. Turned out to be an atypical migraine, made worse by the spinal tap she'd had as part of her emergency workup. This was the first time I'd seen a spinal headache, on top of a migraine. Not pretty. And it meant my going in to town when what I wanted was to spend time with Tom.
We hit the hospital together. Tom went off to check out the changes to the dialysis unit, while I took a couple of hours doing a workup and decide what more my patient needed done. I finally found an anesthesiologist who was willing to come do a blood patch, to get rid of the spinal headache. Sadly, he didn't show up until 8 hours after I saw the woman to evaluate her and then another hour to get the procedure done. She was lightyears better after the patch and went right to sleep thereafter. So much for me sending her home on Friday and saving me another trip into town the following morning.
Post hospital we did lunch at East-West Cafe (mmm, falafel, dolmas and baba ghanouj!), then off to K-mart for some shirts for Tom to dye, followed by Joann's for fabric. By 3 we headed for home. Patrick, Jan, Rob and Leigh Ann came were coming for supper, so while Tom started setting up for the dye pot, I hit the kitchen. A lemon poppyseed bundt went in the oven, followed by a meatloaf (bison, lamb and turkey) and artichokes into the steamer. I made a roasted poblano and garlic aioli to go with the artichokes and pulled everything out of the oven intime for everyone's arrival. Jan brought a salad, Rob and Leigh Ann some wine and the provedrbial good time was had by all.
In pulling our dye supplies out, Tom found almost no black dye, which meant no overdyes. As overdyes are a signature technique for us, that's not an option. Turns out he just hadn't seen the 5 lb bucket of Black I laid in last year, and I forgot it was in a separate cabinet from the other dye stuffs. Tom decided he'd head for Dharma Trading in Marin with Patrick the following morning, while I saw the woman in the hospital, and then we'd all meet back up at home. It was also an opportunity to get some of the new colours Dharma is now offering (Sage and moss green, oxblood red, palomino gold, mink brown...), plus some more synthrapol detergent, plus some things for Patrick to dye.
We played! In the early morning before we split, we got items into soak in the soda ash and set them out to dry on the line, so we'd have a chance to find out how dye moves on dry fabric as opposed to wet. AND yes there is a major difference. Thanks to that prep work and dry time, I was able to actually execute our fist successful Mandala pattern this weekend. Patrick got a number of shirts done that pleased him no end (see his journal for pictures), as did Tom and I. We did come up with a pair of shirts, his a polo and mine a sleeveless T in the same pattern and colour, a central chevron of four colours, camel, palomino gold, golden brown and rust, with the remainder of each shift well saturated in kilt green.
Don't 'ya know, when he came downstairs this morning for us to head for the airporter to get him back to his flight, we were both wearing those shirts. Great minds think alike; or dress alike as the case may be.
Fun as it was, our time this weekend was a tease. So short. So fast. I miss his presence here and really look forward to his return. Tom belongs here in northern California.
He pulled me aside Friday night, while I was making tea to serve with the bundt. Separately, Rob and Leigh Ann and then Jan greeted Tom with "Welcome home" when they arrived for dinner. I swore I hadn't put them up to it.
I hadn't. Really.
They are however echoing my feelings.
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Date: 2008-05-21 02:27 am (UTC)I just love East-West Cafe's falafel plate.