Tie-dye party--now with pictures!
This Sunday, kestrell and quite a few other folks convened in Kestrell's back yard to get dye absolutely everywhere. It was awesome. Some folks brought dye, some brought rubber bands, some brought plastic bags, some brought buckets and bottles and siphons and mysterious dye-making paraphernalia; and I brought the snacks, which consisted of going to Trader Joe's and going, "We want this and this and this and this and this." It was effective--Kes dubbed me the Snack Goddess. (Special power-up dessert: tiramisu torte.)
And then the sugar went to my head. The color selection was this:
Red
Tangerine
Light orange (mango)
Dark yellow (light orange, really)
Light yellow
Coral pink
Jade green
Turquoise
Turquoise
Turquoise
Turquoise
Dark green
Light purple
Dark purple
Maroonish purple
Pale pinkish purple
Black
...and my sugar-infused brain said, "YOU MUST CREATE ALL THE ORANGE UNDERPANTS IN THE WORLD."
...Did I mention that I brought my underpants? I brought my underpants. Last year's tie-dye party tapped me dry of all useful pieces of white clothing, and though verdelite donated four sarongs to dye, I was still short. So I grabbed handfuls of the only white clothing I had in bulk: underpants.
Please don't ask me why I dyed half of them orange. It made sense at the time. All I know is my hard-bought wisdom: underpants that are only partly orange are much oranger than underpants that are wholly orange. The other colors--even the white--act as intensifiers. It's possible to see my scrunch-dyed orange-and-mango underpants from space. Through the ceiling. And the roof. Aliens, in orbit, around another planet, who are pointed in a different direction, and are dead, can see my orange underpants.
Then I experimented with other colors--like a bulls-eye radiating from the crotch, dyed red, with the rest of the underpants scrunch-tied and dyed black with a squirt of red for depth of color. The result was never going to be tasteful. But I'm still rinsing it out, and the effect is even more heavy metal than I expected. It's like Gwar designed undercrackers. It's like Period of Rage. It's like someone decided the vagina dentatas of the world needed a slipcover.
I am so looking forward to my next time of the flowers.
There are also turquoise and green undercrackers to rinse out, but I'm putting them off. Who needs tasteful blue-greens when you have dentata dustcovers?
ETA: Now with pictures! Please excuse the quality--the compression destroyed both photos.
Front...
...and back.
I warned you they were big-ass granny panties, right?
The front needs more black dye--it looks like it was in the middle of the scrunch-ball. Next time, a finer, flatter scrunch. I'm pleased with how the effect came out, though. It's very... emphatic.
And then the sugar went to my head. The color selection was this:
Red
Tangerine
Light orange (mango)
Dark yellow (light orange, really)
Light yellow
Coral pink
Jade green
Turquoise
Turquoise
Turquoise
Turquoise
Dark green
Light purple
Dark purple
Maroonish purple
Pale pinkish purple
Black
...and my sugar-infused brain said, "YOU MUST CREATE ALL THE ORANGE UNDERPANTS IN THE WORLD."
...Did I mention that I brought my underpants? I brought my underpants. Last year's tie-dye party tapped me dry of all useful pieces of white clothing, and though verdelite donated four sarongs to dye, I was still short. So I grabbed handfuls of the only white clothing I had in bulk: underpants.
Please don't ask me why I dyed half of them orange. It made sense at the time. All I know is my hard-bought wisdom: underpants that are only partly orange are much oranger than underpants that are wholly orange. The other colors--even the white--act as intensifiers. It's possible to see my scrunch-dyed orange-and-mango underpants from space. Through the ceiling. And the roof. Aliens, in orbit, around another planet, who are pointed in a different direction, and are dead, can see my orange underpants.
Then I experimented with other colors--like a bulls-eye radiating from the crotch, dyed red, with the rest of the underpants scrunch-tied and dyed black with a squirt of red for depth of color. The result was never going to be tasteful. But I'm still rinsing it out, and the effect is even more heavy metal than I expected. It's like Gwar designed undercrackers. It's like Period of Rage. It's like someone decided the vagina dentatas of the world needed a slipcover.
I am so looking forward to my next time of the flowers.
There are also turquoise and green undercrackers to rinse out, but I'm putting them off. Who needs tasteful blue-greens when you have dentata dustcovers?
ETA: Now with pictures! Please excuse the quality--the compression destroyed both photos.
Front...
...and back.
I warned you they were big-ass granny panties, right?
The front needs more black dye--it looks like it was in the middle of the scrunch-ball. Next time, a finer, flatter scrunch. I'm pleased with how the effect came out, though. It's very... emphatic.