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Oct. 17th, 2010 11:21 pm( Deutsch )
My hands look like a circus clown puked on them. That's what my aunt has now told me this scattered, multicolored look is, clown puke. It amuses me particularly because of the "technicolor yawn" euphemism for vomiting. (Look, I remembered the e!) Oh my god, my hands are wrinkly and covered in dye.
I also have nine shirts tie-dyed and marked with the amounts of dye and urea I used for each, and I did not tie-dye the entire kitchen, so I consider it a win. Also, note to self: 1/2 hour soda soaks are all well and good, but for god's sake WRING YOUR SHIRTS OUT BETTER WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OUT, WOMAN. That's half your mess problem there, wring the damn things out or you will slop dye all over the place. I need to print up a copy of the tie-dye riff and scrawl notes all over it. So far it looks like more dye = darker color, more urea = deeper color, but I'm not sure yet. Need half a cup more urea to check. And to boil the fuck out of the shirts.
Oof. Time to brush teeth and crash hard. Japanese corrections and catching up on the writing I meant to do tonight until tie-dye ran late... all happens tomorrow.

My hands look like a circus clown puked on them. That's what my aunt has now told me this scattered, multicolored look is, clown puke. It amuses me particularly because of the "technicolor yawn" euphemism for vomiting. (Look, I remembered the e!) Oh my god, my hands are wrinkly and covered in dye.
I also have nine shirts tie-dyed and marked with the amounts of dye and urea I used for each, and I did not tie-dye the entire kitchen, so I consider it a win. Also, note to self: 1/2 hour soda soaks are all well and good, but for god's sake WRING YOUR SHIRTS OUT BETTER WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OUT, WOMAN. That's half your mess problem there, wring the damn things out or you will slop dye all over the place. I need to print up a copy of the tie-dye riff and scrawl notes all over it. So far it looks like more dye = darker color, more urea = deeper color, but I'm not sure yet. Need half a cup more urea to check. And to boil the fuck out of the shirts.
Oof. Time to brush teeth and crash hard. Japanese corrections and catching up on the writing I meant to do tonight until tie-dye ran late... all happens tomorrow.



