That was the resounding response when I asked all y’all if I should slash my Expo 86 shirt to pieces.
Thank you for stopping me. I was comfortable taking the risk of DIY-ing a pair of vintage jeans to death, but with a shirt I’d been looking for ever since my brother refused to give me his? That would be tragic.
Of all the bracelets I wore it with, the big silver (well, aluminum) one has the most sentimental value (not actual value, obviously). I bought it in Playa del Carmen because it has the Mayan calendar imprinted on it.
Then there are my DKNY acid wash jean cut-offs which my friend (and colleague) Sonja made me buy while we were shopping during lunch one day. Ahhh peer pressure.