Throwback Thursday: Rocking My Favorite Sweatshirt Ever

In the late 80s, I had a small obsession with very tactile clothing. This was the era of Madonna, of John Hughes, of puffy paint, of crazy neons, of ice cream rolling your socks, of layer upon layer. It was also the era of clothing that incorporated prints with textures, as is the case with the ballet dancer sweatshirt I'm wearing here.

The upper lefthand corner of the photo says January 88, so I was 8 years old here. This. Sweatshirt. Was. Everything. To. Me. I seriously loved it and never wanted to take it off. I just thought it was so unbelievably cool that unlike the dancers on either side of her, the ballet dancer in the middle had a real tutu with a genuine silk bow. I would play with that bow and tutu absentmindedly all day long every time I wore this sweatshirt -- I think I actually did that so much that the bow eventually fell off.

I would like to think, though, that I was cooler than Joan Cusack in Sixteen Candles.