To start off, computers and the colors of their pixels aren’t perfect. You see what was my dilemma. I just wanted some dark orange Toms for sophmore year. Saw some on the Web, and bought them. Yes, yes, hasty choices never hasten success. They came in the mail and alas, scorched my eyeballs with their neon luster.
Okay, I’ll deal. Highlighter is in right now… heh heh. As long as I can dig up a shirt that could work in this circus-like ensemble… it’s all good! Right?
Wrong. They weren’t just highlighter, they were glow-in-the-dark and solar-powered. Walking to class was weird cause people thought I was “walkin’ on sunshine” or had “stepped in fluorescent sharpie vomit”.
I wanted to dye. DYE with a Y. Red in particular.
So again, turning to the internet, I found useful tools such as these…
And those of you who’s Toms are in need of a facelift, here ya go and enjoy. :)
Scrub hard and make sure to skip over the Toms Tags, “If you care about legitimacy and not looking like knock-offs”. [Via Claire 1490]
Let Dry in the sun (oh the irony) & Walah!
(Imagine a bathtub with faucet and BOX of gloves in the frame)
Saving the Sole. Painter’s tape is for adhesion and clear Duct is for waterproofing.
It mostly worked. Like… 82.7% in keeping dye off the leather but it kept the glue and sewing job intact which was the important part.
DUNK’N TIME!!!… for 30 mins stirring a little more than occasionally.
DON’T FORGET TO READ ALL DIRECTIONS ON DYE, TO WEAR GLOVES, AND TO KEEP BLEACH CLOSE BY AS NOT TO PERMANENTLY STAIN YOUR TUB THE COLOR OF BLOOD!
(That would be bad)
… and while you’re at it throw a cutsie white eh-okay t-shirt! That’s ingenuity right there.
Hakunamatata, YOLO my artsy-fartsy friends!
P.S. My beliefs on the word “YOLO” soon to come as well as DIY for “Jansport-Patching” .
I’ve flown on a plane solo before. The first time was out and back to Utah when I was twelve (unaccompanied minor), the second was home from Utah, and this time was out and back from Utah ONCE AGAIN. So many things rock out in Utah… including BYU’s Volleyball Camp. I flew out a few days prior to hang with my rock’n Aunt and Grandma, then to the other Grandparents briefly, and off to camp for the kernel of the trip. It was a marvelous trip.
Things I learned?
• One can have church on a mountain
• Water tastes twenty times better once you realize how good over hydration feels
• All dogs are puppies at heart
• “The Office” never gets old, as well as British “Who done it?” shows. (thank YOUU Netflix!)
• Little recycled clock-compass men are adorable
• Salt Lake isn’t that far from Provo
•Saying “Goodbye” is hard
• The friendliest horses are males
• Mountain Air makes for a gorgeous sunset
• BYU is pretty quiet during the summer, until the camp kids come
• BYU truffles are the best in the world…. topping Lindor shockingly.
• Volleyball is nothing more than being uncomfortable in the squatting position, or awkwardly smacking a ball over a net. Tough stuff man.
• Guy coaches are an utter blast
• You don’t have to be some athletic god to play @ college level
• Missionaries love Hi-Chew
• A mob of hungry teenagers can be dangerous
• Seven Peaks is a rip-off ($10 for a plastic doughnut)
• The Cafe is not in the least
• Saying “Goodbye” is hard
• Advil can prevent painful misery
• Ice Cream and twelve hours of sleep in a dark Utah basement is the best recovery
• “Crazy for You” is the all-time best American play the U.S. has ever seen. Go see it.
• Do all your wash before going home to make unpacking a synch
• Saying “Goodbye” is hard
• Sometimes the best friends aren’t roommates, but strangers on plane next to you.
• Temple Run is depressing
• You haven’t felt statehood pride until you’ve flown over California as a Californian.
• Saying “Hey guys I missed you!” is really fun.