When I was about 12 years old I cut “fringe” into a large, gold, collared shirt that my dad was getting rid of. I wore it everywhere. I am sure it was ugly. I paired it with holey, 1970s bell bottom jeans and some high-top Converse shoes that were just about worn out from running up and down our long sandy driveway.
Ever since then I have loved the thought of altering clothing — adding ruffles, patches and scraps, changing up the buttons. I love the way this altered prom dress turned out.
