I am now completely and utterly out of orange Jayne yarn. Fortunately, the next couple of http://www.wearwithstyle.com orders are, believe it or not, non-Jayne orders, so that works out all right. I’ve ordered more Jayne yarn by the skein. Hopefully Brown Sheep will see fit to spin more Jayne colors soon so I can stock up on cones again.
In other news, I’ve published the baby Jayne pattern on ravelry. This *should* link to a pdf. If you try it and it doesn’t, will you holler at me? I’m not sure I’ve got it quite right.
I don’t have my other site set up properly to link to it, but I wanted to put it up anyway. This seemed as good a place as any.
There’s a lot more to talk about, but I’ve got a lot to do this morning, so it’ll have to wait. For now, enjoy the pattern!
ETA: It’s about 1pm, and 30 people have already downloaded the pattern. I picture armies of tiny, drooling Jaynes. Shiny!
My daughter asked me this morning about breakfast foods. We talked about which foods are good breakfast foods, and added in some silly ones like “raw eggs” and “iced bacon.” She said she wanted to have some breakfast foods. Because she’s such a picky eater, I leapt at this opportunity. Soon she had a full meal in front of her with things I thought she’d probably like, and a couple of things which were stretches. A leftover banana/chocolate chip muffin, cinnamon toast, French toast, scrambled eggs, half a grapefruit with brown sugar, and orange juice. Some of those things I know she likes. She has orange juice pretty much every day, and she’s often asked for cinnamon toast, for instance.
As soon as it was in front of her, she blinked at it a little, then said that her friend Jayme had liked the scrambled eggs the best. Then she turned away from it and wouldn’t look in that direction again until I took it away. She didn’t want to taste a bite.
Why do I bother?
After I got a little bit of French toast in me, I told her she had to have just a little bit of the breakfast – we’re not going to waste an entire meal cooked just for her. I know she has issues, but I also know her, and this wasn’t asking too much. She did have a bite of everything except, oddly, the things that I already know she likes. I wonder if she knew the point of this was partially for her to try new things, and those weren’t new things. Hm. Anyway, she did it with minimal complaint, because she is, at heart, a good kid.
Looking on the bright side, I now have a much better breakfast than I would otherwise have made for myself.
When’s Mother’s Day again?
Does anybody happen to have any Crystal Palace Squiggle in their stash that they no longer want?
My daughter the comedian. In case you can’t read it, it says that she knows a kindergartener named Cliff Hanger. This is hi-LAR-ious to her. Switching the name to Hiff Clanger runs a close second.
She’s had lots of fun with this over the last couple of days. I’m a little hoarse from shouting and laughing. Good times.
I got a lot of mileage out of the leftover leaf-green dye from Sunday’s session. Here we see a small amount of leftover white Dale Baby Ull crammed into a pint Mason jar filled with dye. A day or so later, the dye was absorbed and the liquid was mostly clear. The picture doesn’t capture the correct color – it’s more of a grass green.
In other news, more banana chocolate chip muffins than two people could possibly eat.
Emily: “Maybe next time you can make strawberry muffins. That would be good.”
Everybody’s a critic.
I’m up to mid-March on hat orders. Next up: London, Alberta, and New York.
