I knew Kiddo was going to love all the Pinterest craft ideas and I was right. She was pretty much jumping out of her skin as she scrolled through all the possibilities for toilet paper rolls and paper plates. Her excitement kind of made me excited, too. After that day, I decided to DIY rather than buy my way out of two issues I've been having.
I went to Michael's.
Michael's is very much like Target in that you go in for one thing and leave with $3,000 of credit card debt. Michael's is actually worse because everyone knows Target does this. Michael's is silent and sneaky about it and it's worse still because Michael's has comparatively less useful items than a store like Target. Like, is it worse to impulse buy Martha Stewart rose gold glitter, faux fall leaves and puff paint OR laundry detergent, sensible flats for work and disposable razors?
I went to Michael's with one very specific purchase in mind that took me an hour, a checkout transaction, a conversation with my cashier and reentering the store to find. Everything was singing a siren song to me in Michael's. I could easily be a stay at home wife or something if I just went to Michael's once a week. I could so easily have a craft room and an Etsy shop where I sell jewelry and scrapbook in my spare time and just fill all my hours of my days with exhausting crafting. I want to buy everything, no matter what aisle it is or category of arts and crafts. "Ooh, I could do that" is just being said on a loop in my head. Embroidery - "Ooh, I could embroider IRONIC PHRASES ON PILLOWS!!" Stamping supplies - "Ooh, I could create CUSTOM THANK YOU NOTES, SO PERSONALIZED!" Glitter - "Ooh, I could throw that in a pile on my floor and ROLL AROUND IN IT!" I take it up another twenty notches whenever I go down the aisles with paints and bristol board pads and canvases. I say, "Ooh, I could revitalize my failed, abandoned HIGH SCHOOL ART CAREER!" as I inhale all the art supply smells like a former smoker walking past someone with a lit cigarette.
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Also, I managed to remember to grab some of these planter beads to put in my makeup brush jars:
Dying A Duvet With Rit Dye
Permanently dying something large and expensive for one of my first bloggery DIY projects was kind of daunting. Luckily, Rit Studio has an extremely helpful website to hold your hand through the dying process. There are before and after pictures, step by step tutorials, color formulas, dye to water conversions - it's all laid out for you. I decided on a dye recipe called "Periwinkle" for my duvet which consisted of Rit Royal Blue and Rit Petal Pink dye. I picked up 2 boxes of each at Michael's. The dye comes in both liquid and powdered form. I was hoping for liquid because it seemed much easier but Michael's only stocked the powder so the decision was out of my hands. Additionally, the craft store didn't carry Rit Color Remover which Rit advises you to use on your fabric first to remove the original color. I decided the duvet was light enough and I was only dying it from very pale blue to a darker blue anyway and skipped the color remover.
I was pretty stuck on the "where" part of my dying equation since I rent an apartment with communal laundry and very small square footage. I knew my bathtub wasn't an option (it would have ended up periwinkle as well) so I was hoping my kitchen sink would be big enough. The stainless steel would have been stain free at the end and I would have been able to babysit and stir my dye bath to ensure I got even color. Unfortunately, my sink would only hold about half the water I needed, not counting a full sized duvet. I threw my hands up and said fuck it and decided to do this thing in a front loading washer in my communal laundry room, the worst case scenario for dying something of this size and weight.
In all honesty, I was more than half expecting to totally fuck it up. I just kind of woke up on a Sunday and was like, "Hmm, got a clear schedule, guess I'll immediately start dying that duvet just as soon as I finish brushing my teeth." I really cannot emphasize enough how little forethought there was in comparison to the size of the task at hand. It was really irresponsible. I was originally planning to hold off awhile after getting the dye and strategize a bit more but I got too excited and the whole thing got away from me.
The whole situation was probably the worst possible way to dye something. I had to create the dye bath in my apartment, many floors above the laundry room and then transport the mixture down in a cleaned out milk container. As a result it was kind of hard to keep the water hot and fully dissolve the powder. I feel like the liquid dye is probably a much smarter choice. After creating the mixture (and being very careful not to spill it anywhere), I loaded the washing machine with my duvet and shams and slowly poured the dye bath into the detergent slot. Like doing real laundry, except with a much larger potential for disaster. I added a cup of salt, as is recommended for cotton fabrics, about halfway through and then ran the washer one more time after the original cycle ended. It was pretty torturous because the front loading machines lock for a full thirty minutes so I wasn't able to rotate the fabric or check on the process. I just sat in the laundry room with a book and kind of crossed my fingers the whole time.
All in all, I was probably in the laundry room for about four hours from start to finish. I was tremendously nervous about being an asshole who would dye somebody's clothing periwinkle so I took extra time and care cleaning the machine. I wiped every part of it with bleach and cleaner and did about 3 wash cycles of dish rags and old towels to make sure there wasn't any dye lurking inside the machine, waiting to stain an innocent person's clothes. I dried the duvet by itself in a dryer as I did this and it seemed to dry normally.
Then, the results were in!
The duvet though! Pretty good, right? It's almost a perfect match to the color I originally wanted for my duvet.
I'll have to save my second DIY project for another post because I almost lost the plot to this one as is. Hint: it has something to do with pink rhinestones. That should be of absolutely no help to you because knowing me that could be anything.