Terry's Two Bits Worth about Dyeing

    TOO HOT TO COOK
        A memory to dye for....by Terry
She arrived at my house with her arms full of cloth,
Buckets and powders and masks.
Risked having a flat on our long gravel road
To line us both out with dye tasks.
We set up the "dye post" in our stiffling garage,
One hundred degrees in the shade.
The two of us mixed up our potions in jars,
Every bright color they made.
We knotted and twisted and tie-died that white
And left it to soak in the vat.
Meanwhile we tried stamping, cut stencils, and sprayed.
(The squares dried in five minutes flat!)
By evening we looked like a pair of peacocks,
"Dyeing" to see the reveal.
I think we drank dinner or had us some fruit ---
Too hot to cook us a meal.
We arose the next morning and pulled on our gloves,
Excited as two little girls.
When we opened those "gifts", the cloth had transformed
Into rainbows, explosions, and whirls!
The clothesline resembled a chest full of jewels,
Sashaying, applauding, bewitching.
We liked the old addage, "If you can't stand the heat,
For gosh sakes get out of the kitchen!"