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
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I am SO relieved that sometimes things go "wrong" with your projects - makes me feel more normal.
It just seems like it needs to be kept (-:
I am sure you will find the right place for a conversation piece!
Oh my! what a result, but I like your conceptual rescue :)
Oh goodness, what a tragedy! Can't you save small bits of it though? I like the shredded bits as an artwork - but I know what you mean - it would look great in a gallery, but a bit odd in a home with all the paraphernalia of ordinary life about!
the embroidered bits that aren't damaged could be used as borders for your pillows or you could make patchwork with them.
Oh yes I hate that! Sorry to hear, but yes it would have made some fun wall art!
Very cool in a slightly sad and tattered way!
I am so glad that you captured it and decided to keep it! You never know what projects may follow and even if I don't 'use' things, I often find that simply by looking at them or touching them every so often, it can spur on a feeling or thought that will lead you on to another wonderful project!
I really love the shredding of it, it reminds me of a rough, raw femininity. A quality that a woman of natural strength in character has-no airs and graces, an innate feminine beauty.
I have designed a chair called Shattered Silk as it is covered in just that. It is beautiful because of it.
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