To honor our early settlers (both Pilgrims and Indians alike), my kids' elementary school has asked me to dye yarn like these people did. At first, I was disconcerted--am I that old--do I look like I was part of the Plymouth Rock gang? I was looking particularly ghoulish that day with a bad home dye job.
Then I realized it was compliment. So I'm off to the library to brush up on natural dyes. And then it's to the forest behind my home to find some suitable tree bark. Stick a feather in my strangely colored hair and call me Pocahontas.
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