The Chroma-copia

Returning colors, (aka the 'Tis the Season posse):

And here are our new friends:

Which ones catch your eye?

If we're lucky, Tina will take us through her inspiration and how some of these came to be... but for now she's dyeing up a storm in the barn because of the many shows in the upcoming weeks.

Colur changes news

Yes, new colourways are indeed coming as promised.  I swear they are.  I’ve had a bout of colourrhea and, to be completely honest, a bit of a hard time limiting myself.  So… what looked to be a quick easy addition to the seasonal colour shift is just a bit more work because of the photography and web work it takes to add them all in.

I’m so excited about a bunch of these and all the colourplay I’ve been up to in general. I’m experimenting with some new techniques and ideas. Also, I believe that from earthy to holiday to bright, there is something in this shift for everyone.  At least that is my hope.

We will be bringing these new colourways to Oregon Flock and Fiber and Toni Neil of The Fold will have them at Rhinebeck and SOAR. Plus, we will be at Stitches East, hosted by our very good friends Kathy and Steve Elkins of WEBS.

As always, if you do not see a colourway offered in the yarn you’d like, email us to see if it’s possible to special order it.  We would also like to remind everyone that when we do a colour change like this, we do get a bit bogged down. At that point, it might take the full 10 days to get your order shipped.

Now, for a little business talk.  Over that past year and a half, we’ve had the price we pay for yarn increase 3 times.  We’ve done our best to absorb this cost so it did not impact you.  We just had yet another increase and need to adjust our sock yarn price by $1.00 a skein.  So on September 27th, the prices of all three weights of sock yarn will be increased by $1.00—putting them at $21.00 for lightweight, $23.50 for mediumweight, $29.50 for heavyweight.

Just to prepare you for 2012, Blue Moon will have an overall price overhaul in January due to increasing wool prices. 

Where a dyer touches up her roots.

Due to circumstances beyond my control, which honestly, is a hard phrase just to type for a control freak like myself, I have spent a good deal of time in the barn dyeing as a production dyer.  We’re a small crew anyway and this August, due to vacations and unexpected life interventions, it’s been a bit crazy. Add in that we were all gone for four days for that whole Sock Summit thing and let’s just say we were in need of a whole lot of production work.
For the last couple of years, I have filled in here and there and had weekly stints on the production dyeing end of things. Mostly my job is creative colour witch with chemical problem solver thrown in for good measure. I create the new colour, trouble shoot, and experiment. Debra and Becky are the dyers who follow my recipes and dye the orders. So let’s just say it has been awhile since I was a full time (over 10 hour days) production dyer for more than a three day or so stint.
After I got over my initial, “Holy shit. I’m still recovering from SS11. How in the hell am I going to do this?” reaction and my initial soreness (insert lecture on how hand dyeing is very physical work here), I had the best time and was so happy that just typing it here makes me feel a little weepy.
I’ve known for awhile that the whole running Blue Moon and Knot Hysteria businessy part of life was taking a toll, but I don’t think I realized just how much and to what depth.  I didn’t realize that I’d lost connection with my colour soul or how maybe even just how strong and deep this all runs in me. I joke all the time about there being dye in my veins instead of blood, but after this, I think it’s an apt metaphor for me.
Being thrown head first, raw and naked into a big ol’ cauldron of dye for over a week with almost no other input was some of the best therapy I’ve had in quite awhile.
I laughed until I cried when I’d run across a colourway on the production list that I couldn’t remember the recipe for and then would have to look it up in blue moon’s big book of colourways (there are hundreds and hundreds of them and my brain is really not that big, so please...no judging). I’d think to myself really...those shades...together… what the hell were you thinking (or smoking) with this combo anyway? 
When I came upon one that had over 14 different dye mixes in it, I’d turn and ask Debra if they sometimes hated me. She just smiled, shook her head no while saying, “sometimes maybe just a little bit, at the end of the day when we’re really tired, maybe just a little.” I would hate me.
After pulling the dyes out, mixing them up, and applying them to the yarn, my memories of just what stimulated such chromal craziness would come flooding back. In those moments I’d reconnect with exactly what I was thinking or feeling that inspired me to put those particular hues all together in that exact fashion to get the effect I wanted, which is great because, quite honestly—just between you and me—for awhile there I was starting to wonder about myself.
I reconnected with:
My drive back from the coast that one glorious spring when the plum blossoms were at their peak, the sun was cooperating, which here in the PNW means the light dances (all the water in the air) and it was so stunningly beautiful and varied that I couldn’t stop myself at one colourway, but had to create a whole series.  I do tend towards effusive in expressing myself, especially tonally.
Rooster Rock, which started out as a rare gem and was my very first attempt at over dyeing (The Rare Gem Experiments). It took me over a week to recreate that skein so it mimicked its rare gem counterpart down to each single hue. I do love a challenge, especially one with dyes.
Rooster Rock also started the whole chicken thing, along with a cover from the then current Martha Stewart Halloween magazine (inspiration is indeed everywhere). Hmmm… maybe we add to it this fall with a Halloween Chicken colourway. Frankenhen, maybe? 
And this is how it happens… .

So there I stood at my dye table and as colourway after colourway made their merry way across it; I got to visit with each and everyone one of them, as the long and cherished friends they are, even if some of them were unrecognizable at first. Remembering the inspiration, the precise tonal chemical romance, and my own special (because try as I might, there’s just no way around it, I am me) translation of it all into a colourway, then onto a skein of yarn that I think will knit in a way to represent what I have seen or felt and also be a beautiful knit.

I was not only reminded about specific hues, recipes, and formulas for dyeing, I also got to see just how much of my life and self really that I’ve documented in colour on skeins of yarn. They truly are many hued stories.
I also got the lesson, all the way down to my wooly clad feet, that I need to keep the scales balanced between business woman and colour witch.

Off to contemplate new fall and holiday hues.

Don’t forget to chime in on the colourway change in Stephens post below.