En hel del bær kom med hjem, blev blendet og så fint lilla-pink ud. Uglemors aller-allersidste bundt uldgarn kom ned i glasset, og så ventede vi.
Hurtigt begyndte det at gære og lugte supervammelt, så Uglemor kogte det op i en gryde. Garnet blev skyllet og det var blevet ...
As Pirate and MotherOwl were shopping, they found an old ivy. The berries (nuts?) stained our gingers, and MotherOwl picked some in order to dye wool.
At home the berries were chopped, and mixed with water and wool. It soon began stinking, and MotherOwl heated the concoction. The next day the wool was pulled out, rinsed and dried, and it was ...
Nej, glasset svæver ikke. Uglemor holder bare oppe i toppen. No, this galss can not fly. MotherOwl is holding on to the top. |
GRØNT! GREEN!
Ikke lige, hvad Uglemor havde forventet. En lys vårgrøn, ikke særligt køn eller noget og i hvert fald ikke bare en anelse af den pink, garnet syntes at have fået til at begynde med. En fiasko. Måske ville solfarvning give et andet resultat, men lugten - Bwadr.
So not what MotherOwl expected. A watery pale green. Not a bit like the pink hue it began with, not even pretty. A failure. Maybe sun dyeing would do the trick?
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