Something dyed today
In a good way.
At a now (I hope, temporarily) closed shop at the Midtown Global Market in Minneapolis, DH and I both got t-shirts that said 'Keep The Immigrants, Deport The Racists'. Great shirts, made and sold by immigrants. Heavyweight cotton, message was embroidered, not screen-printed, so it'll last a long time.
Problem was, the only one in his size was a really nuclear yellow, with black printing. We're not really that involved in 'best personal colors', or any of that stuff, but we both agree that this isn't a good look for him. He looks like one of the original Killer Bees from early Saturday Night Live. It doesn't help that he's always been built a little like John Belushi, and now he looks like Belushi 40+ years older and heavier. Oh well, they're both from Chicago.
Anyway, given that the shirt is cotton, we got it on the basis that I would dye it. I've put it off, so he's worn it a couple of times and I had to make sure it had no stains that would be preserved for all eternity. That done, I tested the tub in an inconspicuous spot to see if it would survive the process. It would, so I did the deed, with a dark green and a chambray blue mix of Rit, in a laundry bin, in the tub. It looks really good, darker than olive green, and the black printing still shows up. It'll go through the washing machine once and get hung up when damp to dry.
I wore only black clothes and used nitrile gloves, so I don't look like a refugee from Blue Man Group or a woad warrior. The room survived. The tub is a disaster. The surface of the tub is fine, but every drop of soap scum is blue as blue can be. I had no idea there was so much of it.
I now have an extended appointment with a sponge and canister of Bon Ami.
And I want my Midtown Global Market Back!!!
