This is how it goes some times! I bought a vintage table cloth. It was stained and yellowed. Nothing that some bleach and hot water could not sort out! And that was that. The bleach was too strong for it and it shredded the fabric. I found myself saddened but yet drawn to the whiteness and the shredding. So before I threw it away, I thought I would capture it. If I lived in an industrial loft apartment, I would hang it up as an Art Work - a comment on the Beauty of Fragility, or the Fragility of Beauty! - But I live in suburbia and it just wouldn't work here! Farewell ... no perhaps I should keep it. You never know!
For some more constructive things to do with bleach look here, here and here