Dyeing to tell ...

I've been having so much fun. The autumn sunshine has added unexpected joy to the season here in London. And a couple of life-enhancing changes have recently overtaken me, which have also added to my little quota of joy and happiness.

I've finally succumbed to the whole fit-watch thing, and bought myself a wristwatch that will count my paces as I go about my workaday life. It tells me that I need to walk 10,000 paces every day to stay fit and healthy. I started on Monday expecting that I'd be way behind the batting on that average. But it turns out that I'm leading a pretty active lifestyle, and it's really not been a problem getting all those steps stepped.

My faithful hound, however, is beginning to wilt. He's developed a taste for sofa-surfing when my cheerful walkies! call to action rings out around the house. Not another bloomin' walk ... 

And I've taken to dyeing my own colourways. I started off the other morning with some acid dyes and a few skeins of 4 ply sock wool. My grand plan was to dye some variegated yarn with a solid contrast for the heels, cuffs and toes.

The sun was shining, and I set up shop outside on the terrace.

It's a real effort to not allow yourself to get carried away with all those wonderful splishy sploshy colours. I had a clear understanding that neither my flagstones nor my teak table would look good in a new, random tie-dye colourway, so I went in heavy with plastic table cloths and clingfilm.

And luckily most of the dye stayed on my yarn.

It was a really fun morning, and now I have the satisfaction of casting on a pair of socks in my own, totally unique, colours.  Happy days!

Wishing you all the best for the weekend,

Bonny x