Holy crap I did a lot of patchwork skirts… Be glad I couldn’t find pictures of most of them. I also did a few tops, but this is the only one I could find.
I love orange. And I love purple.
And I’m super tacky sometimes, so I love them together. Also, these glowed in blacklight.
I have a few young friends who say they were “ravers” as teenagers but I can’t think of them that way. They were born in the 90s. The majority grew up here in Phoenix, AZ. I was partying in the late 90s in San Francisco. Back in the days when getting dressed to go meant putting clothes on instead of taking them off. I sound like an old person.
“You whippersnappers don’t know what you’re talking about. In my day, the DJs had actual turntables and the drugs were a lot stronger. You youngsters got the girls out of most of their clothes, but it costs more to get them high enough to let you touch ’em!”
This is the last one from ’02, I promise. Next week we begins 2003!