I thought Clark was all better, then he woke me up at 2 am to tell me that he’d thrown up again. We went to the doctor this morning, and he said that in kids Clark’s age, a stomach bug can increase lactose sensitivity until they build back their enzymes. Or something.
So my son who prefers cheese to any other food on the planet has to go lactose free for a week. This is NOT going to be fun. When we had to take Abby lactose free at age 3 1/2, she was very aware of the fact that some foods made her stomach hurt really bad and you couldn’t have force fed her things like ice cream, cake, pizza… She was almost scared of it.
Clark isn’t going to be so reasonable. So I’m gearing up for being screamed at a lot this week. Even more than I normally am, having a 2 year old. I’m feeling dour.
I keep saying that today is the day I will dye. And it keeps not happening.
I’m really going to try to dye a big pot of purple things today. Once it’s dyed and I see what shade I ended up with, I’ll decide on colors for the tweedy bits that’ll go into it.
Perhaps, since this is a very boring post, and since I don’t have any pictures, I’ll update this post throughout the day with dye progress and photos. That’ll get me going. I’m off to weigh and soak fibers.
1st update-
So here we are soaking 2 1/2 pounds of fibers
and I really don’t know how it’s going to turn out. I’m using a dye that I haven’t sampled, but being completely tired of sampling, I’m just going for it. It’s difficult to commit my beautiful, hand selected, aligned and washed locks of wool to something. As ridiculous as it sounds, I’d be more comfortable just hoarding it in all its fleecy goodness and never doing anything with it. At this point, the point of dyeing, I have so much time and care into my wool already… it’s…. just hard to do something that could completely mess it up, and further, leave me with less wool. Which just means I could go and get more, and that certainly has appeal.
I just have to get over myself. I’m a lunatic.
Moving on, here’s a paper towel with some dye dripped on it.
My wool will not be that dark, most likely. I was going to add some red to it, but it looked a bit reddish already so I’ll leave it alone for now. I can overdye if need be. Perhaps we’ll want it a little more blue?
Update #2-
Here I am in my dye apron, waiting for my wool to soak, and for the laundry to be ready to rotate, practicing my scales. The camera is balanced on my music stand and I think this is the first time I’ve used the timer.
Oh, and in looking at the photo, I must say that the words all over the apron ARE cooking words that I see now were unfortunately placed. That’s kind of embarrassing.
Update #3-
Here we are, not up to full heat yet.
I put it on 3 and went downstairs to exercise for an hour, since Clark was asleep. It barely got warm, so I’ve turned it up.
And look! It’s three freaking different colors! I’m cursed. But still think it’ll card up nicely. It had better.
Update #4-
As usual, the alpaca dyed up much nicer.
I used too much dye on the wool I think. It’ll be interesting to see how it looks washed and dry.
And that’s it for me today. The kids are home now and are in costume, dancing around to the Fantasia soundtrack. I need to corral them into homework and figure out dinner.
January 14th, 2009 at 2:53 pm
Now THAT is funny! : )
Julie
January 14th, 2009 at 3:15 pm
Oh.My.Goodness. . . that IS an unfortunately placed word. . . darn tootin’ funny though.
A college friend of mine came back to school after a summer in Colorado with two new t-shirts. One had the word “SAMPLES” right across the bust and the other one said “HIGH PEAKS.” She did NOT get the funny until I was rolling around on our dorm room floor over them.
Ahem. . . who makes these things without *thinking!*
Lovely.
January 14th, 2009 at 4:04 pm
I do like the pun for the word “dye.” You certainly brought a smile to my face. As far as Clark goes, can you try some soy cheese? 2 year olds can be very difficult to convice to do anything, especially something that is “good for you.” I hope the week goes way, way better than you expect.
January 14th, 2009 at 11:41 pm
When I was 17 or so I had to give up all dairy products for dietary reasons. I was born and raised in N. Illinois/Wisconsin so I pretty much freaked. I mean. I could finish off a pint of spread cheese in a week in addition to bags of goldfish crackers and large chunks of block cheeses. I was absolutely crazy about cheese (and 190something pounds at 14. how my mom let that happen is beyond me).
so here’s my picky former cheese-loving advice for your son: figure out why he’s eating so much cheese and then replace it with something tastier. I was mostly snacking on cheese, so now I snack on plaintain chips and dried strawberries and nuts and hummus instead of spread cheese and crackers. I probably eat more hummus now than I ever ate cheese as a kid and my body thanks me.
good luck!
January 15th, 2009 at 8:32 am
nice rack. Tee hee jk. I couldn’t resist. Call me i’m board.
January 17th, 2009 at 8:17 am
The difference between your daughter and your son reminded me of an experiment I saw on TV once. They had a TV controlled by a string that would turn on and off every time the string was pulled. The scientist had different babies pull the string several times in a row. Then they unplugged the TV to see what the babies would do. The female babies pulled once or twice, saw that the TV didn’t work any longer, and crawled away. When the male babies saw that the TV didn’t turn on, they just tried to pull the string harder!