The title is actually a quote from one of my favourite children's books, 'Where the wild things are' by Maurice Sendak. When Shona was here I read it a lot and now the wool has finally arrived it seemed like an apt title because the wild dyeing rumpus is about to start. I've just accosted the postman and grabbed the parcel out of his hands. That's the joy of postal strikes, they make you value the postman so much more and turn you into a madwoman foaming at the mouth whenever your coveted parcel doesn't arrive. He must be used to it by now. I've already taken a before photo, with a bit of look there'll be an after photo on here later. So excited.