Clothing Dyes Items — Page 2

Like the inside of a well-loved satchel.

A light, lived-in blue.

The green of sunlight filtering through young leaves.

Sweet without trying.

Like Roomie's jasmine milk tea (oat milk, 25% sugar, less ice, extra boba).

For outfits that say 'safety vest,' or 'do not ingest.'

Let the wolves howl.

The color of wine spreading across the mother-in-law's white dress.

The deepest, darkest you.

The quick-fix freshness you pop in before a maybe-kiss.

A classic parlor favorite.

White clothes could never survive such an adventure.

Straight from a 1970s couch and proud of it.

The suit color chosen by people who say 'circling back.'

Tactical, functional, and blessedly stain-resistant.

Commitment issues? Perfect. Just have them all.

The full spectrum of joy.

A splash of color for the long, strange, wonderful business of figuring out who you are—and LOVING what you find.

A cool, rolling hue, salted by distant storms.

The hue of a poisonous frog daring you to touch it.

A splash of color for the long, strange, wonderful business of figuring out who you are—and LOVING what you find.

Like the sky when it's trying to reassure you.

The frog prince's favorite color.

Camouflage for tactical frolicking operations.

The color of blushing and crushing.

Blush so innocent it could probably get away with arson.

Like a bruise that doesn't hurt anymore.

The color of the sticky note on a kid's lunch box. 'I love you! :)'

Bruise-prone at heart.

Sweet as the first bite you share with someone who might just change your summer.

Opposites attract.

Organically sourced. No actual plums were harmed in the making.

A fruity duo, like me and my best friend.

A witch's favorite shade for subtle hexing.

For wearing your heart somewhere everyone can see it.

Perfect for holding hands in graveyards.

Muted? Never heard of her.

Clay fresh from the riverbank.

A dye by any other name.

A stately shade befitting of royalty.

Forged in battle and worn without fear! Rudi's signature colors.

Forged in battle and worn without fear! Rudi's signature colors.

Forged in battle and worn without fear! Rudi's signature colors.

Forged in battle and worn without fear! Rudi's signature colors.

Forged in battle and worn without fear! Rudi's signature colors.

The color of fish who knows it's the entree.

A beach-town palette: fish market meets sea breeze.

Gets into absolutely everything.

Sourced from where the waves turn playful.

The gleam of treasure glimpsed in the dark.

A swirl of pastel sweetness!

The soft blue you see when you look up and hope for something.

Emits a sun-drunk glow.

A drifting hue, never quite settling where you expect it.

Russet fur mid-dash!

The air crackles with both fear and promise, like something's ending beautifully.

The only agenda you've got is a cold drink on a sunny day and nowhere to be.

The western sky bleeding gold into the mouth of night.

Tanice's signature colors.

Not quite blue, not quite green, and unwilling to clarify.