I'm in production mode for the Good Things Collection and spent a lot of today bleach dying meter upon meter of linen. I do most of my dying outside on my patio and I worked well past sundown with the help of the light radiating from our house. I decided to call it quits, not when my eyesight started to fail me, but when a bat barreled by my head mere inches from my face. Call my a wimpy gringo, but when I see bats I head back inside.
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