The day before yesterday I woke up and drove across town to my sister-in-law’s mom’s house. Karlie and Mia were preparing the materials that we needed to use for our tie-dye hippie adventure.
I walked into the backyard and said ‘hi’ to a barefoot Karlie as she filled a miniature army of bottles with hot water and dye.
Recycled and unloved pieces of clothing were floating around a few bins full of murky soda ash water, awaiting their second calling. We were joined by their friend, Elizabeth, who, like me, was a tie-dye virgin.
At nine in the morning the sun was already sending us her rich warmth that would later decorate our necks with glistening sweaty diamonds. Sunscreen and umbrellas tried to hide us from her overbearing infatuation. Bottles of dye were shaken and set on our wobbling work table, while Elizabeth and I watched Mia as she swirled up one of the soaking shirts.
She fastened the medallion with rubber bands and set it aside. Elizabeth and I put on some gloves and joined Mia, who taught us variations for tie-dye designs.
Creating tie-dye for the first time was nothing less than mysterious and adventurous. It was a great way for me to start to break out of my perfectionist shell; I couldn’t plan anything that was absolute and I didn’t know what the outcome was going to be.
I was so excited when Mia and Karlie invited me over to their house for a lesson. I had waited for this moment since they first showed me their tie-dye collection a year ago!
There was no solid rhyme or reason for placing the dye on the twisted pieces, except that the colors needed to soak through all of the layers on all sides.
The table was drenched with a pool of rainbow dye, our feet turned into an effortless canvas of abstract art, and our carefree laughter carried us through the beginning of the blinding afternoon.
Our dye-soaked pieces basked out in the sunshine, on plastic mats and in plastic bags, so that they could meditate and prepare themselves for their new lives.
The next day I went back to help unwrap the blobs of fabric; we were as impatient as small children on Christmas morning. Each piece of cloth, that was released from the grips of the rubber bands, was greeted into their new world with ‘oooooo’s and ‘aaaaahhhh’s, and the occasional sound of overwhelming excitement.
They were rinsed off, rung out, tossed in the washer and dryer, and our mini tie-dye hippie adventure was over.
Peace, love, tie-dye, and hugs! Until next time!
You can purchase tie-dye items or request orders from Karlie and Mia, HERE! I can’t wait to tie-dye with them, again!