I’m not crafty.
Does “crafty” mean sneaky and sly? If that’s the case, I’m using the wrong word. I mean, I’m not that kind of crafty either, but maybe the word I’m looking for is “craftsy”?
Yeah, I’m not craftsy.
Meaning, I don’t make my own soap or crochet or hot glue dried flower arrangements onto decorative straw hats.
But I cook. And bake. And most times I follow a recipe. And if you know how to follow a recipe, you can tie dye.
I found such a recipe in a parenting magazine and it was suggested that tie dye might be a wonderful project for kids. Easy. They could probably do it themselves. Of course I suckered and immediately purchased such tie dye colors as tropical blue, and flamingo pink, and the big winner of the evening, burlesque red.
Because I don’t trust every parenting magazine I read, I called in reinforcements, namely my partner in crime, Crystal. She brought along a 7 year old, a 5 year old and a perfect baby.