Tins of Dylon dyes clutter up my drawers and make a mockery out of me. I stare at them and they stare back as if to say 'Ha... you bought us, dumped us because you couldn't be arsed to see your intended DIY projects through!'. Encouraged by Flying Saucer's scary uni halls kitchen dip dying incident that turned out to be quite the success and incidentally, The Clothes Horse was also getting crafty-tights happy too last night, I ventured into my kitchen and clinically went about dip dyeing some tights and a skirt in a purple Dylon dye that is circa 2000. Thankfully, dyes don't seem to have use-by dates and all went well apart from maybe the skirt not taking on the colour as strongly as the tights (synthetics are quite tricky to dye or so Dylon tells me...). Now the mind is reeling and I shall return to my nearest Dylon stockist with starry eyed enthusiasm and renewed faith that they won't be knocking about in my drawers and making me feel bad.
