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All change!

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Well, the season’s are a changing and so is everything here at JBHQ.

Today has been one of those days where anything seemed possible. We began the day with torrential downpours, and ended it with beautiful blue skies.

Some people were not too impressed with the former:

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 Britain eh? Who can beat it.

Mum has also decided to go for a change and get a full fringe which looks great.


New season =  new hair!

We’ve also been busy putting the Etsy shop back online, so do head over for a butcher’s.

We’ve uploaded all the Jacob/Shetland/Alpaca that was launched at the shows this year, so that lovely shawl/jumper/cardigan/hat that’s been in your queue for yonks can get underway!

As ever, we’ve got limited stocks, so get your skates on, and remember, we post anywhere in the world!

Adios lovely readers, you’ll no doubt be hearing from Mother shortly!




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Doors are the window to the soul.

No, hold on, I think I may have got that a bit wrong.

Nevertheless, it is a generally held philosophy that doors hold meaning in the wider view of life. You know, “when God closes a door, he opens a window”, “doors of opportunity”, all that jazz.

Yep, I’m literally talking about doors; them things with the handles that separate one room from another.

Now, I’m going to hazard a wee guess and say that you probably take doors for granted.

Controversial, I know, but I find it hard to believe that we have a large number of door aficionados following this blog. If I’m wrong, I offer the heartiest of welcome to all those who can’t get enough of the hinges and handles.

I’m getting a little off topic here….

I certainly took doors for granted. I didn’t even give them a second thought. And if I’m  honest with you (and, dear reader, I will always be) it’s hard to think of something I cared less about than doors.

That was until I came home one day to find my door gone. Completely vanished. I thought we had fallen victim to one of the most specific robberies of all time.

I marched downstairs, livid, to inform my dear mother of the terrible crime that had befallen us.

There, in the unrelenting sunshine, stood my mother, giver of life, taker of dirty washing, elbow deep in dye, wool covering the most enormous make shift table.

“Mum! We’ve had a crime.”

“Oh, dear daughter? What crime has happened upon you, most beautiful, charming and intelligent of all my children?” *dialogue may be slightly misremembered…

“My door. It’s gone. I have no door. I am doorless. I am effectively living in a barn.”

“Oh… That…”

At this point, my darling ma gestured to this disconcertingly large table in our midst…

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Well… At least the aftermath is pretty…


I think the experience has left me more changed – I’m more friendly now.


I mean, come on in, my door is perpetually open.


Blue Sprinkler

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I thought I would impart this story so you can know what goes on behind the scenes at Jillybean’s kitchen. I have had a week of disasters, in that everything I go to do either breaks or runs out or becomes heavily complicated etc etc…. I spent 2 days dying this week and the first day went well, no serious problems. Fired up with enthusiasm I attempt a second day hot on the back of the first. The first batch went ok really and i was obviously feeling smug and complacent when disaster struck. The boiler sort of exploded forming a high reaching sort of volcano cross sprinkler system of hot blue dye in my kitchen. Not expecting this and being in the firing line (well, indeed, who was not??) I started throwing various items of clothing and dog beds etc at the increasing flood now waterfalling down the walls, cascading off the table and sprinkling in all directions. The dogs left the room while I fought the flow. Panic, in my experience does not fully lend itself to logical thinking and evasive action. It takes a daughter to point out that it may be wise to unplug said boiler as it had fused all the electrics in any case and to try to empty the boiler rather than catch the flow. Today, 2 days later I am still finding blue where blue has no right to be and certainly not in the original fixings. However, the blue of the yarn is really quite fetching… and then there is the sewing up, but really that is another story!!