Recently, I showed you a door that opened into the dye house that, until April, put the color on our yarns. When the dye house closed, we were shaken. What’s a business like ours to do? We’re not small enough to dye in-house in pots, and we’re not big enough to meet the enormous (for us) minimums required by bigger dye houses much further from home.
We paced. We wrung our hands. We ran numbers. We kavetched. We lay awake nights.
And then (so happily) we joined forces with a few like-minded souls (three, in fact) who thought that setting up a dye house right here in Maine was a pretty good idea.
We might be crazy. Indeed, we probably are. But yarn needs dye. So,
dye house here we come. Follow me.
In a short while, (a very short while, we hope) that blue door below will open on the much anticipated Saco River Dye House.
Just. Can’t. Wait.