I always forget: is white the absence of all color? Or is white the one that is actually all the colors together and our brain gets confused and we say White! I see a crisp white shirt (except for the big stain right there in front where I dripped some tomato sauce). If only tomato sauce was the absence of all color, then Oxi-Clean and Spray & Wash would go belly-up. Many modern white fabrics are not even really white. They are dyed white. Pretty sneaky, huh? That's why bleaching white clothes often makes a stain. As if life isn't frustrating enough with all those tomatoes flying at us.
Right now I'm in desperate need for some crisp white cotton. And it has to be 100% cotton so it will fray in a rag quilt. There are probably some white cotton dress shirts in our towering ironing pile, the pile that will never go away. Would he notice? I could claim they had some tomato sauce stains that just wouldn't bleach out. I could say I just don't comprehend color and it was in the interest of understanding this profound subject that I was forced to experiment with his crisp white cotton shirts. Does a white shirt even exist in the black hole of our ironing pile?
|This vintage damask will look great with the un-color that is white.|