Or maybe I'm depressed because I I fell about a month ago and I've still not recovered completely. I was outside playing basketball with my dog, Finn. Now, let me explain, he really doesn't play basketball, he just chases the ball around the yard with his nose. Anyway, he shoved the ball towards me, I missed it and it started to roll down the hill towards the brook that borders my yard. Normally, I would have just let it go but that would mean that I'd have to go into the house, put my wellies on, retrieve the ball, take my wellies off and then continue to play with the dog. So in my infinite wisdom and laziness, I tried to stop the ball. Slipped on a root, did the splits and ended up on the ground. Now, normally that kind of fall wouldn't bother me. I'd pick myself up and limp back to playing with the dog. This time, though, when I tried to get up, the shooting pain in my leg sent me back to the ground! I thought I had broken something. Well, to make a long story short, after a trip to the emergency room in an ambulance, several x-rays and a $75 co-pay later, it turns out that I severely pulled all the muscles along the whole back of my left leg. They sent me home with extra strength ibuprofin and some muscle relaxers, which I never took. It might have been better if I had broken something. At least, then they could have set it and I'd be close to having the cast removed. As it is I still have some pain in that leg and walking uphill is a literal pain in the left ass cheek! But I'm getting better and less depressed every day. And I shouldn't complain, because it could have been much, much worse!
But I digress. The point of this post is that I've decided to try out some other artistic endeavors until my polymer clay vibe kicks in again. I've always wanted to try dyeing silk. Okay, so I didn't use silk and I didn't use true dye. I used an old but unworn white T-shirt and some Dye-Na-Flow fabric paints that kind of act like dye.
Since I'm kind of a spur of the moment gal when it comes to art, I, of course didn't have any fabric resist on hand. So, I went to the bearer of all knowledge, the Internet, and found out that I could use Elmer's washable blue gel school glue, which I did have. And so I was off!
Yesterday, I dug out the shirt, taped it to a piece of foam board that I covered with a trash bag and "drew" the outline of a simple flower. It was kind of messy and the lines of glue were a bit thick, and here too is evidence of my impulsive nature, I should have waited and gone to the store for some applicator bottles. But I didn't.
I let the whole thing dry over night. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to dampen the shirt before adding the dye or not. The source of all knowledge failed me and I couldn't find any info on that. I opted to spray the shirt with water and started dyeing. I had a few whoopsies along the way but I just added more dye where I accidentally dribbled some, so it looks like I meant to do it!
I did hit a snag when I went to heat set the thing. I read that you can wrap the entire thing in plastic wrap and throw it in the microwave to heat set it. I have never had a good relationship with plastic wrap. It tends to fight me whenever I try to use it and this time was no exception, so I decided to skip that part.
I did put a plate in between the layers of fabric so that the dye wouldn't seep through to the back side of the shirt. I popped the whole thing into the microwave, set the timer for 2 minutes and hit start. It was still a bit damp when it came out, so I put it back in for another 2 minutes. It was pretty dry after that. I dunked the whole thing, minus the plate, into a cold water bath to remove the glue. I had to let it soak for a few minutes before the glue started to softened. I started scrubbing away, then I noticed that I had scorched the sleeves of the shirt! I'm thinking the second 2 minutes did it and next time I'll try a different heat setting method. I'm, also, going to have to cut the sleeves off the dang thing and make it a sleeveless top. But in my experience, art is always an ever evolving thing and you learn as you go. Here's my new T-shirt, still sopping wet and hanging upside down from the clothesline.
