Back in the day, when I was hot to trot, I used to go out in these slinky knit slip dresses that I picked up at Rave and body lotion. And just what am I doing with a crop top, at my age? My son calls me a fossil, but, I love what is says, "I'm no Angel!" How appropriate. So, I sliced and diced, mixed, tossed, actually, serged and sewed the pieces with another black t-shirt and the black and white tiger print from my stash. A few weeks ago, I wore it to work (at a graphics design studio, in case you were wondering where does she work that allows slinky animal prints). I'm no longer hot to trot. Smoldering, is more like it. Purrrfect!