Alteration Avenue – Mexican Skirt

During my time as a homeless scab on society, I met a hippie who gave me a ton of clothes to do with as I pleased (hippies tend to be pack rats, I discovered). This was originally a dress, but since I hated the bodice with a passion (it was one of those tacky, ‘My boobs are targets!’ designs with foam cups (Lord how I hate foam cups)), I cut it off and converted the dress into a skirt. I hand-sewed this while sitting in a coffee shop, and I had to redo the zipper four times because I kept making the same stupid mistake.

Embroidery is not mine.