Readers, I'm open-minded. I like all kinds of looks and, even if I wouldn't wear them, enjoy all sorts of contemporary trends.
But for me, dip-dye (often referred to as ombre dye) fashion is like twerking: I went from "Never heard of it" to "Please make it stop" in less than three minutes.
For the uninitiated, here's what I'm talking about. (This is solely for you readers; I'm averting my eyes.) I look at these clothes and all I see are stains. Big, indelible, inky stains.
The main problem I have with dip-dye fashion is that it looks EXACTLY and ONLY like dip-dye fashion. Every time I see it, I think, "Oh. Dip-dye." We're not talking about watercolor painting here.
Ombre dyed clothes evoke flood damage. Or somebody who dragged their hem through a puddle of waste water outside a Levi's factory.
a) a litmus paper pH-balance urine test.
b) a laundry mistake made by a small child, who is subsequently spanked.
c) a shirttail that landed in Ti-D-Bol water while you were sitting on the toilet.
d) a clever attempt to camouflage a wine stain.
e) a mildewed bathroom wall.
OK, I'm done (but if you have others, please share them).
Why is this trend happening now? Surely my friend Claudine couldn't be solely responsible.
And then there's ombre dying's latest cheerleader, blogger Mainely Dad. Whoever thought he'd ever be dipping his
Readers, I must ask: Where do you stand on dip-dye fashion?
Do you, like me, see nothing more than a misguided homage to summer camp tie-dye projects, but made by adults who apparently don't own any rubber bands?
Have you -- shudder -- ever dipped your duds in ombre dye yourself and didn't it stain 1) your hands, 2) your sink, and 3) your local water supply?
Dip-dye fashion -- YEA or NAY?