If you’ve been following this blog for any length of time you’ve realized a fact: The Lord is using me as a refining fire in my husband’s life. The man is daily forced to put up with my antics and neuroses, causing him to develop a Christ-like repertoire of patience, fortitude, wisdom, and forgiveness.
Pray for him.
This sixteen-year experiment on Eric’s ability to persevere under the severest of conditions explains why when I brought home a bottle of Rit Dye a few weeks ago and announced I was dying the curtains, he didn’t even twitch.
To be fair, I don’t know if I completely explained what I was doing. The curtains were down, I don’t think he noticed, and then the curtains were back up again and…whatever. He’s a man. Curtains aren’t really his thing.
But I was pretty darn excited. For a $4 bottle of dye I had brand new curtains. I’d purchased them two years ago with a gift card we’d received from our Visa reward points, so they were basically free. And while the color was a beautiful silvery-sage in the package, they were less than impressive hanging where I had to look at them every day. In real life they were more like the color of a piece of celery you’ve forgotten in the vegetable drawer for a month– washed out and pitiful. Possibly poisonous.
I couldn’t have hated them any more than I did, so a $4 experiment seemed like a good deal. The new teal color is a vast improvement so I set my eyes on new possibilities. (I wish I had before and after pictures to show you but I’m not that good of a blogger. I don’t always think to photo-document micro-minutiae.)
Fortuitously, an obvious spill on our cream-colored comforter a week later provided just the excuse I needed to run back to Hobby Lobby and buy a new shade of dye. I picked up a bottle of dove gray, scurried back home, and dumped it all into the washer.
I’m sure there were specific directions and suggestions for making sure the final color was going to be just right, but I didn’t read any of those things. What am I, a scientist? I’ve been dying Easter Eggs for almost four decades– I was sure I could handle a little cotton comforter.
This is probably why my project turned lavender. I don’t mean a nice shade of purple, I mean a hideous shade of lavender. Picture a very old, very cranky woman who has died. She is being buried in a lavender dress she bought in 1958. It is polyester. It is awful.
That’s the exact shade of purple we were forced to sleep under for three nights until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Eric, ever gentle when it comes to my decorating schemes, said, “Yeah, it’s a little weird.” Normal men would have pulled it off the bed and set fire to it in the driveway, but reference the first paragraph of this post and you’ll understand why he didn’t.
I had to do something, and a whole new comforter isn’t in the budget. So I went back to Hobby Lobby and bought a new package of dye. This time I went with a small box of black, thinking that I wanted it darker than the putrid lavender but lighter than Satan’s bedding.
And now we have a dark purple comforter. It’s far better than the lavender and works with the rest of the room, but it’s still quite royal in its purpleness. I kind of like it, and Eric doesn’t hate it. Close enough.
If you’re looking around your house and want to change something but need to stick to a tight budget, try some dye! Maybe you’d want to read the directions or something, but it’s fun even if you don’t. I feel like I have a whole new room and it only took me $10 in dye, a few trips to the store, and a few loads of laundry. You might have even better results.
Let me know if you give it a whirl, or if you’ve ever tried it before. I’d like to see how this works out for you.