So I tried to dye this orange boat-neck t-shirt black because I thought that a black boat-neck shirt would be a very useful thing to own. But as I learned last time, dying garments is a pretty imprecise activity. My orange shirt turned a strange raisin-purple colour with vivid orange undertones:
I'm not sure how it's possible to see orange through purple without everything just turning brown, but there you go.
I wasn't particularly upset by this, since dying doesn't take that much effort, and I think I was watching Flight of the Conchords through most of it. I am upset about these stupid slippers I'm trying to knit for my grandmother.
First of all, they feel like some dusty acrylic thing you might pick up at a church white elephant sale just to be nice. This should not surprise me because they're made out of a long-discontinued Baycrest brand wool/acrylic brand that I bought at the Salvation Army in Marpole. Basically, the EXACT YARN something like that would be made of. Secondly, it's impossible to seam them without making them look ugly and feel uncomfortable. This is infuriating. There is a time in your life when it's totally acceptable--endearing, even--to give your grandma slightly misshapen handmade gifts. Unfortunatly, I'm pretty sure that time ends when you turn 18.
Usually I'm all about reclaiming yarn from unsuccessful projects, but I really want to just throw these out. I bought the yarn for the colour, which was clearly a mistake, because it feels awful and smells funny and it's impossible to work with.
I might finish the second slipper today. Or, I might call my mom and tell her to buy Granny some slippers, because mine are wretched. I'm not sure yet.