She hung her head there for a dizzying length of time, the scent of Blastin' Berry Cherry and Mountainberry Punch lingering with her long after she righted herself. I’m not sure exactly how Kay felt about this girl’s take on the dying project. At first she seemed a little annoyed, probably more from the disruption of her lesson than anything else, but soon she was eyeing the vibrant outcome with the rest of us. The girl danced around the room showing off the long chunks of her hair that were dyed in amazing Kool-aid induced psychedelic explosions of color.
Thinking again about human development, advancements in crafting techniques and prehistoric man, I try to picture how the process of dying was for them. Did they have some rudimentary vats that they filled with dye material that churned with boiling liquid as they carefully lowered in their flax fibers? I picture this scene in my mind and then see an exuberant, prehistoric teenage girl step into the frame as she flips her hair forward into the dye pot, hanging her head there for a dizzying length of time, the smell of wild blackberries and raspberry bark lingering with her long after she rights herself and runs to show off the long chunks of vibrant color in her hair.
|Tartan Sheep at England's National Wool Week 2010|