I've had the opportunity to share this small vignette from my life a couple of times recently, so I'll also share it here in-case anyone else might find it amusing.

Before I was in the church, back when I lived in England, I was a bit of a metal-head. I listened to rock and heavy metal music and outside of work lived in jeans and black t-shirts. I had lots of black t-shirts, mostly band tour shirts. Henry Ford would have been proud of my t-shirt selection technique: any colour as long as it was black. How many black t-shirts did I own? Well, enough that they comprised a full load in the washing machine.

At some point, and I don't even remember the reason, I had purchased a bright red t-shirt and was worried about it bleeding all over my work shirts. This was back when as a programmer, I had to wear a suit and tie to the office. And then it dawned on me, just throw it in with my black t-shirt load. I will never know if that red t-shirt bled any colour in the wash, but I do know that all of my black t-shirts looked just fine afterwards.