Got the Blues

They say that wet blocking is a good thing.

They say to soak the wool.

HMMM.

I should have known that the blue finger marks were prologue.   Look at that water!  At first, and here I refer to the first tip of wool touching the wetness, it looked like boiling water hitting that childhood tablet of Easter Egg dye.  An immediate and not quite positive experience.  As they also say -  in for a pound!  I dunked it all and then as quickly as possible moved the whole mass of twisted string to one side.

Possibly this was just a trick of the fiber reflecting off the wonderful white porcelain and fooling my eye.  

Possibly it was fear manifesting itself in illusion.  

Possibly it was left over lack of cleaning from Easter!

Nope.

It really was blue water.

It really was not reflection.

It really was not illusion.

It really was not from lack of prior cleaning.

I have decided, as a sanity saving twist of logic, that this is just manifestation of Blue Blooded Wool - of which I am worthy.