It's actually a roaster. It's got a temperature gauge on the front you can set, like an oven. Very handy for knowing the dye is setting. (Uh, Coffeelady, that bleeding yarn you got? The cause has been identified and thrown out. Oy.) So to get the feel of it, I started off yesterday morning to dye a skein of yarn experimentally. Then I did another. Then I dyed most of the yarn left in the house, giggling with glee as yarns would come out of the pot leaving crystal-clear (well, almost) water behind and washing clear in the sink in no time.
From the left, the original experiment done with egg dye (I threw the yarn and the little pellets in and waited to see what would happen - looks like confetti), an experiment to see how dark I could get the dye to take with a teal (the answer, not that dark), and the other two are a custom order.
Then I thought, hey, this is the ideal time to fool around with the purple, and see if I can get something even with it.
On the left is some lace weight, used to see how dark the purple would get (pretty damn dark). On the right, I finally - almost - got the dye to take up evenly AND THE YARN IS ACTUALLY AN EVEN PURPLE. There are still some blue flecks and it wavers between blue-purple and red-purple, but I'm almost there.
I'll post this batch to Etsy sometime soon, probably tonight. Then I've got a double batch of Purple Trainwreck and a double batch of Easter Egg Rainbow left to do.
Then I'm out of yarn. Hm. I should do something about that.
Anyway. Over the weekend, The Baby decided maybe she's walk, after all.
Of course now she wants me to stand up with her and walk next to her all the time so that if she wobbles, I'm there to hang on to. I suppose I should think that's cute, that she wants me for security, but really it's damned annoying. I wish the little shit would just walk.