Wool-N-Weeds

I dyed some wool with turmeric. It was fantastic! My grandson saw it and asked what it was, so I explained that I had dyed it. He thought it was a wonderful piece of sunshine. I love how children are amazed at little things. 

In the past few days the Instagram knitting community has blown up with all kinds of talk of racism and white privilege and the like. I have had a range of emotion over this- first over the actual blog post that started the whole thing. I don't see the outrage in the post. Does that mean I have some sort of white privilege? I'm only white from my mother's side to look at us. Of course nearly all African Americans are white somewhere. It was part of the slavery that brought our ancestors here: our foremothers didn't always have only African descent men in their beds, and not necessarily through any fault of their own. I wonder if I don't see it because I live a somewhat sheltered life: white husband, nearly white looking kids, Appalachian mountains so we are a weird bunch separate from the rest of the south- and the living here is hard despite technology (many folks here where I live still don't have electricity and have never had it or indoor plumbing so interne