So today I am dyeing some wool yarn for embellishments.
My kitchen looks like this:
Jars of dye everywhere. The whole time I'm working on these, the following conversation is going on between me and my son (who is 4)
DS: What're you doing?
Me: I'm dyeing yarn.
DS: What are you doing now?
Me: Dyeing yarn. I'm trying to make skin color.
DS: What are you doing now?
Me: Still dyeing yarn.
etc...
I have discovered that this kid size spaghetti server is the perfect tool for jar yarn dyeing. DS is not too happy about that, but he got over it.
I had the HARDEST time trying to make skin color. It was always too orange, too pink, too dark, too something. I was about to give up and settle on the lightest pinky one I had when I sat down to rest and it came to me...
Tea!
Perfect!
So then later DS comes in and sees all my hanks laying out to dry and he says:
"Are these dead now?"
*scratches head*
"Did you die them?"
*ROTFLMAO*
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