I can’t believe I’m about to say this – hell, this may be a sign that it’s time for me to retire, to lay down my laptop, hang up my judgeypants, and retire to a cabin in the woods where I can live out my days fashion and internet-free. That’s probably the only responsible thing to do, because my confidence in my sanity has been so deeply shaken.
I think I have found a romper that … God help me … I … kind of don’t … hate.
Maybe it’s the dropped waist, or the draping, or the fact that it fits the model really well. I don’t know what the key is. It may be as simple as a pact with Satan. But whatever the explanation, this romper works for me. Sure, the grey makes it a little sweatsuit-ish, but on the whole it looks like a cute, comfortable option for lounging, running errands, or general romping about.