Dyeing with Avocados

Did you know that you can use avocados to dye fabric pink???  

Over the years, I’ve looked through several books on dyeing with natural materials, and I’ve never seen avocados mentioned. This Valentine’s Day, I got to searching the internet for natural red dye sources and found avocado pits and avocado skin all over the place. I’d never considered them for dyeing- and I certainly wouldn’t have guessed what color they produce!  

According to the internet, avocado pits and skins contain tannin, which acts as a mordant, so you don’t need to add to add anything special to make the dye permanent. [In case you’ve never dyed fabric, a mordant is a substance that acts as a bridge, bonding the dye to the fabric. Common mordants are vinegar (think of dyeing Easter eggs), alum, cream of tartar, salt, and many metals. (Metals can be highly toxic. You can add rusty nails to a dyebath to act as an iron mordant. Metals can drastically change the colors of dyes.) Tannin is found in tea, so you can understand why tea stains.]  

The next night, I opened an avocado in my motel room. It wasn’t until after dinner that I thought, Why not give it a try? I fished the remains out of the trash and washed them off.  

First, I filled a small glass mixing bowl (the only dish I brought with me) with water and dropped the pit in. I didn’t peel the papery the skin off the pit, didn’t cut the pit into pieces- I didn’t do anything to it. In the microwave, I boiled the water for a while, maybe 15-25 minutes, where it turned a rose color.  

I found a couple white flour sack towels in my car and soaked one of them in the dyebath for maybe 20-30 minutes. (I didn’t time it.) Afterward, I rinsed the towel and hung it to air dry.  

Next, I boiled the avocado skin in the microwave and followed the same procedure.  

At this point, the towel dipped in the pit bath ended up a clear pink tint, whereas the towel from the skin bath looked mauve. 

Towels rinsed and air dried. Pit bath on left, Skin bath on right.

A couple days later, I machine washed and dried the towels. They ended up virtually indistinguishable, the same pale pink color. 

After machine washing and drying. Pit bath on left, skin bath on right.

[Photos were taken in different motels with different lighting. But you get the general idea.]  

Back to back. Pit bath on left, skin bath on right.

I’m sure that soaking the fabric for a longer amount of time or using more than one avocado would yield a darker color.  

Even if you have no reason to dye fabric pink, you can always use this method for Easter eggs.

grasshoppers, crickets 
rattling like tambourines 
September’s theme song 

Taken By Surprise

It must have been early summer. This happened years ago. My dad asked, “Do you have 10 minutes where I can show you something?” Wouldn’t say what it was about. He drove us to the cemetery. Out of the car, he led me away from the gravesites, down a hill toward a swampy area where cattails grow. Our footsteps squished down the incline, then splashed as the ground became saturated, and then he stopped. I’m sure I didn’t notice and he had to point it out to me. Miniature frogs, each about the size of a short fingernail, latticed the ground, leaping in every direction. So this was their breeding ground. They looked like static fizzling in front of me as I tried to catch them in my hands. I don’t know how my dad discovered the frogs, since none of our relatives are buried in that cemetery. 

We walked around the area for a little bit and discovered, amid a clump of tangled vines and other wild plants, a rare Michigan lily in bloom. I got a good picture of it, which my dad now has hanging on his dining room wall. 

What if my dad had mentioned, “I saw a bunch of little frogs the other day”? How much more exciting to let me experience the wonder firsthand! This is the kind of surprise that’s better than any gift you could wrap. Now I’ve got the memory.  

The frogs would be gone within a week or so. The next year, we went back, and the park had mowed down that whole section of wildflowers. I like to think that someone dug up that lily and took it home, but I have my doubts. People are honest. Memories and photographs might be all that’s left of it.