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Close to Nowhere
By Linda Jones Tie-dyed? Some days, I’m not sure if the words are “tie-dyed” or “fit to be tied.” Meredith, our oldest granddaughter, learned an amazing new craft while at Camp Lake Stevens this summer. She came home with a burning desire to tie-dye! Everything! I bought her a small kit of dyes and a five-pack of white T-shirts. Those were tie-dyed in about five minutes. Mere
texted (is that a “real” word or did it come with the craze?) her Uncle
Dennis, one of the “original” hippies, except that not only was he way
too young, Mama wouldn’t let him either! Dennis couldn’t wait to come spend the night and tie-dye with Mere! Mere,
Dennis and occasionally Remy, who likes to tie-dye, but would rather be
with her horse Arti as long as she’s outside, spent an entire Saturday
tie-dying everything in sight. Mere’s camp sheets were pale sage green. Now they’re tie-dyed. Remy’s poodle Jack was a cream-colored whiteish -- he’s brightly tie-dyed now (and it’s not washing out either). There are approximately 15-20 youth size T-shirts floating around my sewing room and the rest of the house, that are tie-dyed. The shirt I’m wearing as I write this on Tuesday morning is tie-dyed. It’s the only thing of mine that has been tie-dyed! As
I walked out the carport door Tuesday morning, the concrete floor has
names, along with various splots of bright colors, dyed onto it
(obviously, the concrete floor wasn’t “tie” dyed!). The
other dogs at our house are not light enough to have been dyed; the
Siamese-looking cat can’t be caught, let alone dyed and all our horses
are brown and wouldn’t dye. So...Mere collected a
lot of the poke salad berries around our house into a big Ziploc bag --
no, I don’t cook poke salad! I’m afraid I’ll kill us all! This
past weekend, our friends, and the girls’ adopted grandparents, Marion
and Sonny Pryor had a “horse-riding, outdoors, spend the night in a
bunkhouse” weekend for the youth at their church. Mere
and Grace, along with the Pryor’s real grandchildren, Nathan and Nolan
Morlok, spent the weekend with them, to help saddle horses and just
generally act as ranch hands to help out with some of the kids who’d
never ridden horses before. Mere carried the Ziploc bag of poke berries. Grace’s formerly white horse, Apollo, has been “dyed.” Thankfully, not “tied.”
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