When I was a tween, my mom taught me to tie dye. We went to the laundry aisle and bought the dye powder, came home, wrapped up the shirts in rubber bands, boiled water, dropped in the powder, stirred, and then dipped the shirts. Now remember, the water is BOILING. I ignored the pain and squeezed out the excess dye before it seeped into other sections. Tie dye isn’t nearly as dangerous, or painful, as it used to be.