How to dye cotton fabric

I’ve been on a crusade. Mafalda asked me to make her a backpack with a purple zipper. Really purple. Maybe I shlouldn’t let her play so much on my sewing room with my supplies!

I needed to choose two fabrics that have some purple. The first was easy, and it was so easy that eventually made the second choice harder.

I started with this cotton fabric.

I needed to find a fabric heavy weight fabric, like denim, twill or couduroy to match with this fabric but it was hard, because it seems that beyond me and Mafalda (sometimes I think it’s just to make me happy!) Nobody else is a purple fanatic!

And so, after much thinking on how to solve this problem it occurred to me the solution! If there isn’t such a fabric to buy then I’ll have to make it! And off I went to my dye box, wich is always forgotten, and I fund myself dying a white courduroy and turn it into a Purple courdoroy.

The process is really easy, and if the fabric is initially white, it is easier and faster too. All you need to do is dissolve a portion of the pouch in boiling water and add salt. The amount always depends on the volume of fabric to dye. So far I’ve never had a problem with this method and with these dye. It is a messy process and takes patience to clean up spillage so it doesn’t harm anything.

The fabrics are immersed in the dye bath after they are wet, to avoid being spotted, and stay there until it has the color you want. You have to mix it every now and them to prevent stains and ensure it is evenly dyed.

When you have the right color wash the fabric until the water is clear.

And it only took a minute to find the right purple!

Now I have a perfect match!

And since I had my hands in the dye I end up dying a baby onesie and changing it from pale pink to something much more colorful! But this is another project …

Us in the kitchen

I like the month of August. It’s probably my favorite month because I already went on vacation, I’m relaxed now, I’ve been to the beach and the pool, I’ve played with the girls and killed all the nostalgia. Of course I would still be on vacation if I could but work needs to get done and returning is required, and if I can choose, I choose to work in August.

Lisbon is empty of cars and traffic and filled with people who speak languages ​​other than Portuguese, so it’s like being in a different city. I do not need to walk in stress with the time, I always get on time to work so I can leave earlier than normal and get home sooner, which gives me more time to spend with the girls.

Yesterday Mafalda wanted to bake bread, and bread we baked!

Tinha uns pacotes de mistura para pão de queijo, aparentemente um produto brazileiro, que me apresso a explicar que nos foi oferecido no supermercado, e assim que a Mafalda percebeu que aquilo servia para fazer pão não descansou enquanto não pôs, literalmente, as mãos na massa. Mais uma coisa em que sai a mim, adoro amassar massas, sejam elas de pão ou de bolachas.

I had a packet with a mix for cheese bread, apparently a brazilian product, which was offered to me at the supermarket, and so as soon as Mafalda realized that it was used to make bread she didn’t rest until she puts literally in her hands in the dough. She got that from me, I love kneading the dough, whether it’s for baking bread or cookies.

Teresa was not very interested until I she realized that the task would take more time that she expected and that was worth to join us. Mafalda gave her a ball of dough to knead that Teresa decided to knead it with her teeth, but it’s also OK!

With each passing day they are closer to each other and it’s so good to see them interact with each other. I’m now experiencing with Teresa what I’ve experienced with Mafalda, and it’s this fascination of being able to do things with her, take her to participate in parts of my routine and not just me participating in her routine. In other words: it’s good to have her doing growned up things with me and not always doing baby things with her. But then I know a few more months from now, when she loses what she still has left of beeing a baby, I’ll be seriously missing this baby girl…

And it’s so funny to see how different they are! Teresa seems to be more practical and uncomplicated than Mafalda, but it’s just a guess based on how she uncomplicates the words that she can not properly say. For example, Mafalda with the same age as Teresa would say “Cucuta” when referring to a turtle (tar-ta-ru-ga in portuguese). But Teresa just says “Cuga”! As it’s expected Teresa speaks much more than Mafalda spoke with the same age, but also has much more stimulation with her sister and cousins​​.

Teresa is much less insecure than Mafalda, but in return is more in need of pampering and physical contact, much less adventurous and fearless. It is cautious and not do anything without thinking well, not even taste a new food. You have to convince her well convinced. She loves animals and none of it scars her, but Mafalda is afraid of everything that moves around her.

They are both terrified of water in their faces and still remains a major challenge to wash their hair and of course the two are crazy for chocolate, but in chocolate matters they are just like mommy!

Playing with my kids

I like the days when the weather lets us play in the beach without burn us in all that heat. I like to play with the girls and with the buckets and all the beach toys. I like even more that they like having me there playing with them. I like to make sand castles. So do they.

And now for the fun part! Destroy the castle! I assure you that they are ready to break olimpic records!