We came home from a family outing and it was waiting on the front doorstep. I put it on immediately and wore it out on a date with Bart (we saw Ender’s Game which was good, but nowhere NEAR as good as Catching Fire was. I need to discuss how good Catching Fire was at length with someone).
The next day, I wore it with a maxi skirt. The day after that, I put it on with jeans and a cardigan.
I said to Bart, “This is my new favorite shirt.”
No less than two minutes later, I was putting a replacement ink cartridge in the printer and splattered black ink all over the front of that favorite shirt.
I tried every trick in the book – hairspray, rubbing alcohol, bleach, multiple washings, stain remover – the whole nine yards. That ink was not impressed. It stayed put. (Also. You think that black ink on a black polka-dot shirt wouldn’t be that big of a deal. But when you wash those ink splatters a bazillion times, the ink turns kind of gray and also every time I looked at the shirt, all I could see were those ink spots).
I finally just gave up and ordered a new shirt.
Lesson learned? Don’t buy the off-brand of printer ink. And wear an apron when you change the cartridge.