It ended.The indian summer. Fortunately I could gather it's colors on the last day in a glass.
Then I felted this bag white and I spilled the colors over the white bag.
It took a night for the colors to get into the fibers. (I saw it. I was sitting there the whole time by the light of a flickering autumn ladybug.)
This dying method is described in the book "How to Dye Wool With Seasons and Moods". Don't start searching for it. It's not on the market now.
You get a fall poem instead:
Leaves by Elsie N. Brady
How silently they tumble down And come to rest upon the ground To lay a carpet, rich and rare, Beneath the trees without a care, Content to sleep, their work well done, Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly Until they nearly reach the sky. Twisting, turning through the air Till all the trees stand stark and bare. Exhausted, drop to earth below To wait, like children, for the snow.
Lichens sometimes are composite organisms consisting of a symbiotic organism composed of a fungus (the mycobiont) with a photosynthetic partner (the photobiont or phycobiont), usually either a green or blue alga. The morphology, physiology and biochemistry of lichens are very different from those of the isolated fungus and alga in culture. Lichens occur in some of the most extreme environments on Earth—arctic tundra, hot deserts, rocky coasts, and toxic slag heaps.
(Wikipedia) I felted on everything, there is nothing sewn.
In the inside I felted two smaller pockets.
On the front side there are different textiles included: green organza which shines wonderful, gaze, unraveld pullover.