After five months of putting it off, I have caved to the quarantine cliche of tie-dye. That’s right, I defied my stubbornness, bought fabric dye and made one hell of a mess.
I opted for blue, as it’s my favourite colour. I opted to not buy gloves because, again, I’m extremely stubborn. Initially the plan was to purchase the dye and give a little flare to my face masks. However, whilst I was at the store they had white t-shirts right next to the fabric dye (marketing on point) that were screaming my name. As a result, the plan changed.
Next week is my mom’s birthday and she happens to love all things 70’s fashion – bell bottoms, patches on everything, permed hair and especially tie-dye. So, when I bought the shirt, I thought I could turn it into something she might love, and then I could add it to her birthday present.
The plan, turn a boring white t-shirt into a crystal sea of blue tie-dye. I bought a big shirt so that if it turns out crappy, she can pretend that she likes it (like moms do) and wear it as pajamas.
It seemed easy enough:
- Crinkle Shirt.
- Put elastics around shirt to keep it crinkled
- Line sink with trash bag
- Put shirt in trash bag
- Cover shirt in dye
- Tie a knot in trash bag and leave it to sit for several hours
- Rinse shirt thoroughly and then put in washing machine
- Wash shirt in cold water
- Give to mom
What actually happened? I made a huge mess. Damn. did I ever make a mess. The bottle of dye dumped all over my counter (which if you’ve seen pictures of my counter it is a very light cream colour) and I had to wipe it up in a hurry because I also have wood floors and I did not want the dye to drip onto the floors too.
In the process of cleaning the spilled dye, all of my dish towels and one bath towel got covered in a sea of blue. The good news is that it came off the counter. The bad news? I didn’t buy gloves. My hands look like a dye-pack exploded all over them. Please say a prayer for me that there are no banks in this neighbourhood that are robbed in the next few days.
I may or may not also have dye on my nose and my ear. I’m just going to pretend that was intentional.
Everything is presently in the washing machine. After cleaning the dye off the counter, I did the shirt for my mom and had a tiny little bit left, so I dyed a white shirt of mine. As I type this there’s 32 minutes left on the washing machine. So I’ll have to update later as to how it turns out.
I have high hopes. But also, I don’t.
Okay, it’s been a few hours since I left this post. I have to admit, I really don’t love this. Considering the colour I bought was royal blue, I’m a little disappointed that I used so much dye and got only a pale blue and so much white. I’m not really sure if I even want to add this to the package for my mom.
What I did learn though is that different types of fabric soak up the dye differently. This second set of pictures is an old shirt of mine that I’ve had for several years. With this shirt I literally had less than a third of the dye left and just decided to try it to see what happened. I have to say, I like this one a lot better.
All that being said, I definitely can’t give a several year old shirt to my mom for her birthday. So, I will be keeping this one. I kind of dig it. It’s crazy that I only bought one colour of dye and there’s distinctly different colours in each of these shirts.
As for the towels and the dish towels, they definitely look like crap.
It’s a good thing that I really don’t care what my dish towels look like, as long as they work.
TIE DYE ADVICE:
- Buy gloves.
- Seriously, buy some gloves. Spare your hands.
- Use 100% cotton clothing if you have access to it.
- Don’t do this on, or near, your white counters or wood floors. Garage? Great! Deck? Great! Kitchen? Avoid if you can.
Okay, that’s it for the tie-dye experiment. I’m not sure that it’s worth all the hype that everyone has given it over the past few months. Although, I do reserve the right to change my mind. Let’s hope I don’t start dying everything I own in the next few days. You really never know what’s going to happen when I get bored.