So I’m wearing a romper, which I’m pretty sure was originally a garment meant for babies to wear on their play dates back in the early part of the 1900s. Today women have usurped the snappy one-piece for their own, otherwise motivated, playtime. I mean, how can you not feel playful when wearing a romper? I challenge you to even say the word without cracking a smile, or at least a smirk. Yes, when you wear a romper it is expected that you will, well, romp, which (according to the questionably sourced online dictionary that I continue to reference), means that you must have a “lively or boisterous frolic.” That is exactly what I did when I wore this floral print Nasty Gal number to the Ken Fulk for Pottery Barn collection preview party in downtown Los Angeles. I danced, sipped champs, made friends, and merry. A perfect play date if ever there was one.
I tend to fixate on things, like ice cream, travel destinations, this blog, and lately, overall denim shorts. Sitting on the sidelines I’ve been watching a parade of cuties sashay by in their usually loose-fitting versions, so I figured my foray into the world of the bibbed beauties would take a slightly different turn. Enter these stretch denim puppies which I snapped up at H&M and then paired with a Nasty Gal top and gold Superga sneaks. The fit is pretty tight, which is just about how I feel when I wear them. Needless to say the humble denim overall has come a long way from its utilitarian beginnings to its current status as a cool girl staple. Yes, I’ve got a whole lotta respect for a garment that can go from the fields of the Midwest to the streets of the Meatpacking District without missing a beat. Ok, maybe I wouldn’t wear these exact ones to till the fields, but you get the picture. Do you have yours yet?
Is that title too provocative? I’m wearing a Nasty Gal dress, and I’m a girl who likes their stuff, so I guess that makes me a Nasty girl? And the wall is pink. All sounds pretty straight forward to me! Let’s move on. This dress lacks hanger appeal. Or, otherwise put, when you see it hanging, it looks like nothing you’d ever want to wear, unless you were feeling particularly bad about yourself, were following through on a dare, or you’re Tilda Swinton. Or, if you’re like me, you love a misfit and a little risk-taking. I looked past the dress’s frumpy exterior and saw the neoprene-y potential that lay beneath. Plus, there’s almost nothing that a belt can’t fix. I tried it on and fell in love with the bell skirt, streamlined seams, and structured body. When I wear this dress I feel at once terrifically “fashion” and decidedly smarter. I won’t begin to try and parse out why. I’ll leave the psycho-analytics to my beleaguered therapist and just rejoice in another stellar addition to my sartorial family.