Apparently concentrated Kool-Aid can be used as a pretty effective leather dye.
I was making a drink while cutting the snaps off some new straps for my pauldrons and I got curious, so I tried it, thinking, “ok even if this works, it will just wash out.”
Nope.
It took the “dye” (undiluted) in about 3 seconds. After drying for about an hour and a half, it would not wash off in the hottest tap-water. It would not wash out after soaking for 30 minutes. It did not wash out until I BOILED it, and even then, only by a tiny bit and it gave it a weathered look that was kind of cool. Add some waterproofing and I’d wager it would survive even that.
That rich red is only one application too. Plus it smells great, lol.
So there you go, cheap, fruity smelling leather dye in all the colors Kool-Aid has to offer.
WELL THEN!
this may be important to some of my followers *and certainly not just getting reblogged because of my costuming and my boyfriends desire for leather armor*
When I was in middle school we used to use it to dye our hair. Potent stuff.
If you’re dying anything with kool-aid it’s best to use SUGAR-FREE ones otherwise the thing you’re dying might get all sticky
the flavor only packets where you are supposed add sugar are the best. they will dye any natural fiber: leather, wool, cotton, hair, flax, jute, silk and so forth. heat the dye water so it is more potent. let dry then rinse excess out in cold water. there’s a whole system to this.
Oh my god
This will prove very useful for any future cosplays I wanna do.
most things that were used to kill or repel demons were just antibacterial or very healthy. bacteria can’t live for long on a silver surface. garlic is hella good for your immune system. holy water is water that you’re not allowed to shit in.
I don’t have a point I’m trying to make I just think it’s kinda cool where supernatural beliefs intersect with real science
oregons just full of stoners and and it rains every other day you will be dissapointed. pls stop moving here rent is too expensive as is
Correction: It’s not that it rains every other day, it’s that the weather changes every five minutes.
Also, RICH people need to stop moving here for the aesthetic, that’s what’s hiking the prices so bad
there’s way too many rich Californian Vegans coming over here making everything cost way more than it should because businesses are catering to their obsessions with trendy things.
If it were more artists and nerds moving here instead of rich white people who think they’re better than everyone else because they eat organic food and quinoa it wouldn’t be so bad
Wouldnt rich people help the economy? They are probably ritch from owning businesses and they could come in and bring jobs
oh you mean the people who hoard more money than they ever put it in to the economy and hike up the prices of things out of sheer greed and demand when those things don’t have that value, fucking over the rest of the classes because it now caters to the rich people and what they can afford while pushing out all the poor people whom they are underpaying? The same people who think the people working 3 jobs and still not being able to afford the lowest cost 1 bedroom apartment in the area is just them not working hard enough? The same people who think that time and dedication is more important than effort and quality? The same people who are so rich they just buy extra property for the hell of it because it’s nice property they can show off even though they really don’t need another house? The people who are opening up overpriced organic vegan stores and replacing a lot of the local businesses and farmers? the ones who caused the cost of housing to double so that a 1 bedroom that was once 800 a month is now 1500 because they could afford expensive houses?
when I was little I remember being mesmerized by all the trinkets and angels that my grandmother had in her cabinets … my kids are gonna have the same thing except it’ll be anime figures
“This is my grandmother’s most prized possession; she said it’s called Super Pochacho.”
“Ever since I first went to grandma’s house as a kid, I’d ask her about the jar on the top of the shelf. She would always give me a different explanation. Never longer than a sentence or two, and she’d always change the subject right after that. I thought it was funny, and as a kid I would daydream about the jar’s contents
With her passing though, the jar is now mine, and the source of so many childhood laughs now brings me an inexplicable sense of dread.”
