the dyer who couldn’t
I miss dyeing. I am a dyer, a job I love.
I am a dyer whose time is preoccupied with other jobs, a lot of them. All of these jobs are important and need to get done and some of them of even fun
however, none of them are dyeing.
This has been weighing on my little colored heart lately and inspired some “interesting” late night musing.
You know that moment when you are filling out an “official” form, and you come to the line that asks for occupation? Well,I don’t know about you but this has often caused me to pause and ponder . The pause is natural and logical if you are one of those people that change careers, work experiences…jobs. I am most certainly one of these people. In almost 52 ( shh) years wandering the planet I have been a sound engineer, sous-chef, manager, therapist, musician, baker, advocate for rape survivors and mother ( and yes I do consider this a job). These are the ones that stuck for the longest and meant the most.
The last 10 years I have spent dyeing and building my own business. As a small ( I swear it is) owner one of the things you end up doing a lot and is not one of my favorite parts, is the filling out of the a-fore-mentioned forms. At this point in time I am a business owner, CEO if you want the official title. Funny isn’t it? Makes me laugh all the time.
I wear many hats in running Blue Moon and in all honesty pretty much enjoy them all. Some of these jobs I rock at others not so much. I have learned just so much, a staggering amount of knowledge, experience and a ton in the personal growth and development department.
Running through all of this, every single fiber and thread of it is the thoroughly set truth that at my core I am a dyer. I have loved and learned from all of my career choices and they certainly mirror who I am. This whole dyeing thing though, it is cellular for me, my life-blood. It physically hurts (someone) if I go too long without mixing powdered colors together to translate what I have seen or dreamed or feel or love onto yarn. It has been too long, way too long.
So today I am a dyer that is not only going to work on sock summit, ad work, pattern proofing, write a blog post… but since my head is so full of color thoughts I am also going to take a couple of hours and go play in the barn with dye and yarn.
p.s. You know that dream I had of a marketplace filled with us dyers? Guess what? It is really happening. We have so many hand dyers coming to be a part of the Sock Summit Marketplace. Have you seen that vendor list? So much color joy. If you cannot find me at the summit just look up because I will be floating on a color cloud.
I almost feel like we should give the marketplace a name to reflect all of the color glory. Any thoughts on this?