Again with the dichotomy.
Food dye. Hate it. It is horrible. It stresses me out. It should not exist.
Fabric dye. Love it. It is awesome. It makes me happy. It should be part of everyone's lives.
It is surprisingly easy.
Sometimes darker than you think it will be.
But always rad.
Whatever goes in the dye, always comes out better.
Granny fabulous ecru runner from Goodwill?
All of a sudden bright and happy.
It is destined to a new life as something. Probably involving cutting it up. Something of which I haven't figured out yet. I'm not really a runner girl. But it will find a new fabulous use for something. Any ideas?
Dylon is my favorite brand of dye.
Rit is fine. But the Dylon colors are more vivid and have better staying power.
You can find it at Joann's or the like....
I sort of follow the directions. Sort of.
Mostly I just put salt, dye and hot water in a container, then dip in what I want dyed.
Stir for a bit.
Then I wait.
Wait some more. Rinse. Dry on a towel in the backyard. Until a freak rainstorm. That was rude.
So everything had to dry in the garage, and I had to wait an entire extra day. Rude.
The thing is, I really struggle with dumping a perfectly good batch of dye.
I search around the house to find new things to throw in.
Starfish, gift tags, trim, fabric, old clothes... nothing is safe.
Just keep in mind that cotton takes dye the best.
Poly-cotton blends, not so much.
Pom pom fringe?
How badly do you want me to say that they are dyeable?
Nope. Sad face. I tried. No worky.
Amy Butler fabric that was already gorgeous to begin with?
Now even better if you ask me.
Doilies that were screaming for some rainbow happiness?
Hello. I love you.
What do you feel like dyeing today?
It's cheaper than therapy.