Fashion Friday: Edition does anyone else remember that show Romper Room?

About a week ago, someone named Melissa emailed me and asked for my thoughts on the romper. Specifically, how I felt about rompers being back in style.

My mind immediately went back to the times in my life that I’ve worn a romper. If memory serves (which is debatable) I have lived through three variations of the romper trend. The first was as an infant and toddler when I wore onesies and bubble suits. However, that doesn’t really count because the romper never really goes out of style for that age group.

The next memory I have of wearing a romper is sometime around second or third grade. It was terrycloth and I think I wore it with Yo-Yos. I don’t believe I need to say anymore about that.

And, lastly, there was a romper stage in my early college years. Although we didn’t call it a romper, but rather a one-piece shorts outfit. Frankly, I think that’s a better term from a marketing standpoint.

Adult in a romper? NO.

Adult in a one piece shorts outfit? Probably still no, but it sounds better.

The best part is I actually have photographic evidence of the one-piece shorts outfit that I wore in the summer of 1990 during a family vacation to Bermuda. I bought it at The Limited and I was certain I’d never looked more stylish.

Sweet helmets.

Sadly, there is no record of what I was wearing on my feet. But I’d be willing to bet cash money that there’s good chance it might have been some white Keds.

I can’t really think about it.

And I’m not sure why I was so dressed up in my one-piece shorts outfit when my sister appears to wearing only a t-shirt and my dad is sporting some seriously high-waisted white shorts. But, to be fair, he’s rockin’ those shades.

Would I repeat the romper trend? NO.

Would I repeat it if it was called a one-piece shorts outfit? Still a no.

However, the romper is apparently back and if you can pull it off and don’t mind having to completely undress to go to the bathroom, then I say more power to you, my friend. Rock on in your romper.

Here are just a few quick fashion notes today because I went out last night and am a little tired.

(I went to an art show because I am cultured and sophisticated.)

(I didn’t really understand any of the art and it’s probably a bad sign that the piece I loved the most was called “The McRancho” and featured the Ronald McDonald clown riding various bulls across a Texas landscape.)

1. The Limited (home of the 1990 one-piece shorts outfit) has a bunch of really cute dresses on sale right now for $39.90.

This black one-shouldered number totally tempted me until I remembered that my life doesn’t call for a one-shouldered black dress.

2. Gap has all their mens’ and womens’ shorts on sale for $25 for three more days. I told P about it and he said, “Who on earth pays TWENTY-FIVE DOLLARS for a pair of shorts?”

Bless his heart. It’s no wonder he believes that everything that comes in this house costs $15. Anymore than that is just highway robbery.

3. Old Navy has some really cute maxi dresses right now.

4. Spanx bras

I’ve heard through the grapevine that a Spanx bra may be the most comfortable thing you’ll ever own.

Maybe that’s the secret Victoria doesn’t want you to know.

5. Multi-stone necklace

Love this necklace.

6. Kate Spade Wellie Magee Bag

I may not understand why someone would pay $5000 for some old tires and call it art, but I understand this bag.


Y’all have a great Friday.

For more fashion, go visit Jo-Lynne. She’s talking about denim today.

Day of the field

Yesterday was Field Day at Caroline’s school. I wasn’t exactly sure what Field Day entailed but felt fairly certain it was teacher code for SCHOOL SHOULD GET OUT BEFORE MEMORIAL DAY AND WE ARE KILLING TIME BECAUSE OH MY GOSH WHEN WILL THIS YEAR END.

My suspicions were confirmed.

Field Day is an all-day affair where the different grades take turns doing a series of wacky events (Yes. I just said wacky in a non-ironic way.) in a muddy field. Needless to say, I was thrilled that first grade gets the short end of the Field Day stick and our events were scheduled from 1:30 – 2:30. Otherwise known as the time of day when both the temperature and the humidity levels hover above 100.

There were sack races.

And fake pony races.

There were ice pops.

And muddy feet.

But most of all there was joy.

And water.

Lots and lots of water.

Then we came home and made snowcones the same way they make them in hell.

But the teaspoon of shaved ice we procured after an hour of turning the handle on the Snoopy Sno-Cone maker helped us combat the heat.

Or at least I thought it did until I suffered heat-induced hallucinations and thought I saw Hall and Oates perform on American Idol last night. And that’s not even the worst of it. I could have sworn that Janet Jackson sang Nasty Boys and P told me he’d never heard that song before.

Obviously I was crazy from the heat. There’s no way any of those things could have actually happened, right?

Because, if so, DANG.

My own little fly lady

The other night I’d gotten Caroline out of the bathtub and sent her into her room to put on her pajamas. I was busy whipping up a nutritious dinner of sloppy joes and Ore Ida fries (I know. Pitiful.) so it took me a few minutes to realize she’d been in her room for a really long time.

I’m always a little suspicious when too much time passes without her wandering into the kitchen and delivering a thirty minute monologue without taking a breath.

About the time I started to wonder if she’d packed her bags and left for college, she walked into the kitchen and asked if she could have two pieces of paper. I handed them to her and she headed back to her room with the paper and some Scotch tape she’d managed to find in the junk drawer.

A few minutes later it was time for dinner and I walked into her room to let her know she needed to come eat only to discover that she was in the midst of an organizational frenzy. She’d arranged all her shoes neatly in her closet. She’d put all her hair accessories in a plastic container. She’d folded her clothes and put them away. She’d put the lid on her laundry hamper.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing so I asked, “Baby, what are you doing?”

She said, “I’m organizing all my stuff. It was one of my goals for the summer and I’ve finished it already.”

Then she handed me a stack of headbands and said, “Will you please get me a Ziploc bag to put these in?”

“Well, I think they’ll be fine just loose in your drawer.”

I also think that aliens have invaded your body.

“No, Mama. I really prefer a Ziploc. It keeps things neater.”

Dazed and confused, I went to retrieve a gallon-size Ziploc from the kitchen. I’m usually stingy with the gallon-size Ziplocs but I felt like she’d earned it.

(Also, what has happened to me that I even think about things like our usage of Ziplocs? Next thing you know I’ll be running my foil through the dishwasher to get a second use.)

When I returned she thanked me and said she needed to show me something. (What? That the real Caroline is tied up in the closet?) She walked over to her chair and pointed out two shoeboxes, neatly labeled and stacked on top of each other. This is what they looked like.

And this is what was inside.

Those are “shoos” that are missing their mate and they now reside in a labeled shoebox. Of course their mate is probably somewhere under her bed, but she was so proud of her organizational system that I didn’t want to screw it up by finding the matching shoo.

As we sat down to our nutritious dinner I told her how proud I was of her efforts and how great it was that she’d already achieved one of her summer goals. She looked at me and said, “What I’d really like to do is clean out the refrigerator. Can that be one of my new goals?”

Of course I said yes. Because I believe there’s nothing more important than helping my child achieve her dreams.

And if she thinks she can get our refrigerator clean, she’s clearly reaching for the stars.