Sunday, August 17, 2014

Getting My Tie Dye On, Vol. 2

Earlier this Summer, like a month ago, we tried out some tie dying experiments.  While Clover was busy working on her creative t-shirts, I was working on my own creation.  I was trying to recreate this bag I really like.  I like it because it looks like the universe but I hate the straps on it.  They suck.  They don't fit around my arms and I end up carrying it on my wrist which takes one of my hands up.  So my solution was to try and make my own. On to the pictures!

 Took two of my husband's undershirts and chopped the sleeves off.
These are Medium.

I also cut out the neckline and rounded out the bottom.

Using the sleeves as pockets.

Pinning the pockets (sleeves) down.

I sewed the two shirts (purse and liner) together with a zig zag stitch.

Starting to get my dye on.

It looks really really dark.  

Even with the gloves this stuff stained my hands.

Resting in the bag.

Rinsing and trying to take a picture without dropping my phone in the bucket.

After rinsing.  
I used a scrunchie sewed in between the purse and lining as a closure.  I just have to sew the button on the other side.

I splattered some bleach to add some "star" looking effect.

After the bleach was rinsed and dried.

Up Close of the final product.

It's big enough to hold a lot of stuff.  The pockets are nice to keep track of the little stuff.  There is a little stretch to it because it's made out of a two t shirts.  If I was going to do it again I might use a more stiffer fabric for the lining.  Over all I am pretty pleased with the results.  I might make another one but I think my husband has started to hide his undershirts.  

What is Your Back Story?

It's weird waking up and thinking about how over half of the year is over already.  It seemed like just yesterday we were planning our first 5K run and excited over Spring Break.  Then there was a birthday party and all of those celebrations that go along with it.  Like my annual "Hey My Kid is Still Alive" celebratory happy dance and cookie that I enjoy after my kid goes to sleep and the party mess is cleaned up.  Although that didn't happen this year.  Because things weren't okay.  Instead of a cookie, we were eating the middle out of some Costco chocolate cake in the back of a truck that smelled like pickles in a hospital parking lot.  That entire sentence sounds like it need a back story.  

So where to begin?  We did a Super Hero Costume birthday party for Clover this year.  It was fun up until the last ten minutes.  My darling daughter did one leap too many off of the trampoline and landed on her arm.  Yes, that is kid broke her arm...on her her own party! 

There were tears and Hubby knew just by looking at her that her arm was broken.  He had quite a few broken limbs as a kid.  So we threw literally everything that was left over from the party in the backseat and headed to the ER.  She had fallen asleep on the way there so I thought maybe we had dodged a bullet but that was not the case.  She was just exhausted.  So medical stuff and mumbo jumbo and about three hours later the xray confirmed that she did indeed break her arm.  They patched us up and sent us home with follow up appointments.  So when we got to the truck we did what anyone with half a chocolate cake in the backseat would do.  We ate it.  It just happened to be sitting next to half a bowl of giant pickles that Clover wanted at her party. 

Several months later it dawned on me that I never got my cookie.  And seeing how my kid is still alive and we survived everything I think I still deserve one.  Better late that never, right?