30g of yellow and red striped flowers went in one dye pot and 30g of the red only type went in another. Both were simmered for half an hour and left overnight. For a one to one ratio of flower weight to materials, to each pot I added 10g of cotton jersey, mordanted with aluminium acetate, 10g of silk chiffon and 10g of fleece mordanted with alum plus a length of yarn mordanted with iron and another mordanted with copper.
I also put in a couple of meters of silk thread, intended for hemming the chiffon, but forgot it had had no mordant. The pots were brought slowly back up to 90 degrees C for nearly an hour, then left overnight.
The yellow and red flowers clearly gave a lighter, brighter shade of orange, though I am not certain if that is just because they have less dye in them or more yellow pigment. The difference was most obvious on the wool, more subtle on the silk and the cotton squares went practically the same colour.
The unmordanted silk thread took up a pale gold, the iron mordanted yarn went brown and the copper mordanted yarn took more orange than the alum mordanted wool.
"Good butterfly colour, that orange." Elinor Gotland was paying attention, now I had the chiffon out on display.
"Mmm, it looks lovely with chocolate brown and fawn. Orange suits brunettes best."
"I find grey goes with everything." Elinor had the scarves draped over her shoulder and was shinning up the buddleia with extraordinary speed.
The slender stem drooped alarmingly as she headed towards a blossom. Like watching a car crash in slow motion. I stepped forward just in time to catch her.
"Wouldn't want you to bump your proboscis. Or do Peacock butterflies have beaks?"
Retrieving the scarves, I set Elinor down on the lawn.
Unable to soar away on butterfly wings, her earthbound departure was, nonetheless, worthy of a Monarch.