Review on Black balaclava, balaclava, sports mask, one size by Margit Koppany ᠌

It suddenly occurred to me that I needed a balaclava. The holes line up perfectly, which is par for the course. Tested at the dividing line. Absolutely fantastic! (The odor doesn't really count, but it is typical of aged acrylic anyhow) When I go home, I slip it on. I notice a stain. Because I carry it in my hands, arms, or a factory bag when I go home. First, I told myself, I had clean ones. Like, pardon me, a zit on my forehead just popped. When I flipped this two-layer marvel inside out, however, I discovered that the interior was spotless. (Which implied that the external stain was not complete or manufactured internally.) The fact that the balaclava is white and the stain is orange is even more tragic. I haven't washed it since I can't figure out how to remove it. That color is out of this world! It's a lovely shade of creamy white. Ooh, la la! This is the one and only acceptable colour of white for clothing. An empty gesture! BUT THERE'S A PLACE HERE! The suspicion that someone else tried it on and spilled juice on it is quite real. It's really too bad.