I’ve had a pair of jeans that I’ve loved for several years. (Probably because they were the first pair of normal, my previous size, jeans that I could wear after the twins were born. They were also actually long enough. Most jeans I find are about an inch too short and it drives me nuts.
Well, after wearing them frequently over the last few years, the color isn’t so vivid anymore. I bought some dye over a year ago, planning to dye them back to health. Then I realized I would need a large tub or pan to do it. The dish pans I had used for other projects weren’t going to cut it. My only option would be to use the washing machine.
I envisioned all my clothes (and the washing machine) turning a lovely (or not) shade of blue. So the dye landed on the top shelf of the laundry room and gathered dust.
For some reason this morning, the directions didn’t seem so messy or scary nor the dying effects on the washing machine so permanent. I threw the jeans, dye, salt and hot water into the washing machine. By threw, I mean poured very carefully so as not to splash navy denim dye all over my clothes, hands and laundry room. I even wore rubber gloves.
I hovered around the machine as it agitated the pants and the dye in the dark blue dye. I don’t know if I was expecting an explosion or what, but everything seemed to go smoothly. After the process finished, I do indeed have two pair of much darker jeans.
The interior of the washing machine was a not pretty blue. It was more of a grimy blue, but after following the instructions on the dye package and a little scrubbing, the washing looks as good as new (or new to us).
After washing and drying the jeans, the color faded some, but looks good. I’m excited to have another pair of non-grubby jeans.