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The romper....




I love fashion.




Im a girl,I love shopping,fashion,colors,fabric,textures....




Ill admit that on weekend getaways Elle magazine can be my bible....




I work retail,so I almost get to shop for a living....




Tiffany,Chole,Gucci,Cavalli,Juicy are all welcome house guest to me.




But Im not a big trend follower....they kinda turn me off(except my maxi dress obession!)









So of course when my job(and some of my favorite retail fixes)showed their summer lines,




I was shocked




Possibly boarderline appauled....









What the eff is this?


A ROMPER?





Could this be the most god awful thing on the runway now?




What grown woman will willingly put on a ONESIE?



Like this is a honest question....

Not only does it look like a yeast infection waiting to happen.....

But its a ONESIE....No one over the age of 2 should be wearing this...

Ladies,
Put it on with a sneaker,
Put it on with a pump,
...Maybe a stilleto too....
BUT IT IS STILL A ONESIE....

Ill admit its cute....but only on my 3yr old neice....
Something about a 24 yr old woman carrying a fabu handbag,and sickning sunglasses wearing a neon colored ONESIE in the streets tryin to take care of business DOES NOT DO IT FOR ME!!!

Hence why Im instating the NO ONESIE campaigan brought to you in part by the same lovely people who are working with the American Dairy Committee for the Cheese Crisis 2009.....

I could be wrong about all of this...
Onesies...I mean Rompers could be hot...

But I kno you WILL NOT catch all 5feet 9inches and 250llbs of me in one...

Jus because its in my size at Torrid DOES NOT mean ill go there.....



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