Oh god - I went from 12 to 22 in the 90s so there are many things that scream that decade to me.
The disgusting smell of henna hair dye from Body Shop (and trying to drown it it out with dewberry or white musk).
Yes, the white T-shirt and flowery dress combo - 11yo DD is now rocking a similar look.
Diamond White, various alcopops (Hooch, Bacardi Breezer, Taboo, Reef, Smirnoff Ice) - eugh so sickly, just as bad in the way back up)
Yes, the long black coat - this was particularly prevalent (along with a very particular style of sunglasses, even at night) right at the end of the decade after The Matrix had been released.
Britpop - ahhh Britpop, Jarvis Cocker jumping into stage and taking the piss out of Michael Jackson at the Brits. The Blur/Oasis divide (I was Blur).
My best friend and I listening to Martika's Kitchen on repeat and trying to emulate her style - short bob, see-through black blouses, lots of necklaces.
Blossom, daily Neighbours & Home and Away, the brilliant Round The Twist, Fresh Prince of Bell Air and then when slightly older The Big Breakfast, The Word and Eurotrash.
Britannia Music Club - so many CDs, can remember my first batch - Sade, Everything But The Girl, The Orb and Beloved).
Turning from an indie kid into a raver overnight after hearing John Peel play Papua New Guinea by Future Sound of London, moving to London and loosing the next decade in a haze of drugs and clubs.
Flowy skirts with Docs, a LOT of tie dye, black bodysuits, the Army Surplus Stores being a major supplier to my wardrobe. Then style changing to Buffalo trainers, wide trousers and tiny neon crop tops (Cyberdog in Camden Market was a particular favourite) , often accessorised with bindis and hair tied up in little knots all over my head.