I had a pair of black pants that I absolutely loved. I had picked them up at a thrift. I think they were Liz Claiborne or something. really nice and comfortable. Not dress pants but casual. One day my husband was spraying down the front of the house (vinyl siding) with bleach water and had to go inside for a minute, so I picked up the sprayer and started using it. I didn't think I was getting any of it on me because I didn't feel anything. When I washed the pants they had little tiny speckles all over them. I was so upset, but should have known better.
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I remember washing Brea's clothes. It was one of my favorite outfits for her. I left it in the washer overnight and the colors bled on other parts of the outfit. Sorry if this doesn't sound right I am trying to hold my eyes open
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