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.