End of an Era

I'm very upset.

Last weekend I took my printed T-shirt home so I could get some pictures of my sister wearing it for an update on my previous blog post, however I never got round to doing this. It's now the weekend after and after a half an hour train journey I've come home and stepped through the door, toilet rolls that I'd been sent to the shops to get in hand and my mum says, 'you wont be very happy with me when you find out what I've done to your t-shirt.'

I looked at her like:

Then I remembered, my t-shirt! The one I'd printed just the other week. I just knew there was no saving it once I saw the faded print on the front of my now just plain white primary t-shirt. She'd threw it in a normal wash not realising what it was and completely ruined my Mamma's favourite t-shirt. I'm yet to tell her.

My reaction to this whole catastrophe:

LUCKILY, I had taken a very unprofessional photo of my crumpled up top the day I made it for proof that I did actually make it. I was extremely proud of my t-shirt and I am extremely upset to see it go.

Once I found the picture:

So I guess thats that, the end of an era for my 1920s t-shirt.