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Women Detectives - Minnesota
John Rettger was standing by the tapestry, still spread across the old table.
âHi, Father John,â said Betsy coming up from behind. Heâd been concentrating so hard on the movers that her voice startled him. He shied, then laughed at himself.
âOh, hello, Betsy! I was wondering if youâd come over today. Iâve been standing guard over the tapestry, because Iâm afraid someone will pack it up and take it away and itâll be lost for another decade.â His voice was mild, like his eyes, as if he were used to going unheard or overruled.
âAre there people who would like that to happen?â asked Betsy, surprised.
âNo, no, or at least Iâm pretty sure not. Itâs just that the contractors are coming early, for a wonder, and weâre not finished moving out yet. And I donât know about you, but every time Iâve moved, Iâve lost things. Once it was volume twenty-four of our Britannica, Metaphysics to Norway, though all the rest of the volumes were in the box, even the annuals.â
Betsy nodded. âI once lost a hamster in a move across the street. But I think maybe our cat got him. Sheâd had her eye on him for months.â
Father John laughed, then turned to the tapestry. âWell, what do you think?â
Betsy said, âOh, Iâve already told Patricia Iâll supply the materials. I brought some samples of wool with me to see if anything I already have matches.â Betsy opened her purse and began laying out the wool in various places on the tapestry. Just having sat in the open overnight had diminished the mildew smell significantly.
âThatâs funny,â she said after a bit.
âWhat?â said Father John.
âWell, Cool Buff matches up here, but Cafe Latte matches over here. I think they must have used different dye lots. Interesting.â
âWhat do you mean by dye lots?â
âManufacturers stir up a big batch of dye using various ingredients. Thatâs a dye lot. And for some reason, even though they use the same recipe, the next batch doesnât quite match the first. The label will give it the same name, but stitchers know when they are buying wool or floss to make sure the dye lot number is also the same.â
âBut that didnât happen with this tapestry, you say. Is that good or bad?â
âGood. It gives me more chances to match colors.â Betsy continued checking, tossing the samples that matched into a little heap on Christâs mantle. Finished, she reached for them. âUh-oh.â
âUh-oh what?â asked Father John.
âLook at this.â Betsy pointed to a small area of the dark orange mantle. It was next to a gray sheep, and the mostly horizontal slice looked at first like a part of the sheepâs back. But moth larvae had eaten a small section down to the canvas.
Father John said, âSo youâll need to give us a few inches of that orange color, too, wonât you?â
Betsy, grabbing for her sinking heart, couldnât say anything at first. As sheâd already noted, color was a variable thing. It was impossible that the orange colors currently in her shop came from the same dye lot as this twelve-year-old yarn. She could feel the priest waiting for her to reply. âSometimes itâs hard to match colors,â she said at last. âAnd if I canât match that one, weâll have to redo the entire mantle.â The mantle took up a large area. It was one thing to donate a skein or even a couple skeins of needlepoint wool; it was quite another to donate enough to cover a quarter of this large tapestry. Especially done in basket weave, which by design used a lot of wool, since it was meant to stiffen the fabric on which it was stitched.
âDonât despair before you find it canât be matched,â said Father John. âIâve been pleasantly surprised a few times in my life.â
Betsy looked to see