I thought that wearing a romper would be really fun.
Then I drank two cups of Dunkin' Donuts Pumpkin Spice coffee.
No hiking up pants, no pulling down shirts - the sartorial unity that is a onesie sounds absolutely ideal ... until it doesn't.
Even so, rocking the romper has been a dream of mine for a while now - one which even the the inklings of camel toe and a completely inappropriately-proportioned ensemble pose no risk of ruining.
I'll admit. The print is what initially pulled me to this number, and I even questioned whether I would, in fact, find an occasion on which to debut this delightful disaster.
Then I threw on a sweater, a belt, and an ankle length trench (my grocery store companions can only take so much), and - Guess what?
I now own a nice pair of pajama-like pants and a backless high-necked tank.
That's right. Three outfits for the price of one.
|romper: Maurie & Eve, belt: Anthropologie, boots: Lucky Brand, bracelet: PB&J Boutique, watch: Fossil, necklace: The Limited|
Best kept secret since Dunkin' Donuts Pumpkin Spice coffee.
OK. It's a problem.