Clearly, I am going to have to stop drinking the water in L.A., because something in it is causing people to invest in -- and then publicly wear -- rompers.
In Anna Faris' defense, I think this one is cuter than Christina Moore's -- something about it being a bit more relaxed, maybe -- and no, I'm not cutting Anna any slack just because she's marrying Jessica's and my Everwood boyfriend Chris Pratt. In fact, that should make me really crabby with her. A diatribe might ensue, if I hadn't just been interrupted in my thought process by the sight of a car parking in front of my neighbors' house that is an exact duplicate of the one Jeannie Bueller had in that quaint little '80s flick about her brother's day off from school. Sadly, Jennifer Grey herself did not get out of it.
Where was I? Right: The romper. It's... fine. I just wish it weren't so twee. I feel like once you give up enacting My Little Pony soap operas on your bedroom floor, you are also too old for playsuits. At MOST, I feel it belongs on someone who's shlepping along Robertson Blvd., or Melrose, or [Insert Your Local Outdoor Retail Strip Here], trying to get a bunch of shopping done on a really hot day and in no mood to deal with any more fabric than is necessary.
And then I stumbled on this photo:
In Anna Faris' defense, I think this one is cuter than Christina Moore's -- something about it being a bit more relaxed, maybe -- and no, I'm not cutting Anna any slack just because she's marrying Jessica's and my Everwood boyfriend Chris Pratt. In fact, that should make me really crabby with her. A diatribe might ensue, if I hadn't just been interrupted in my thought process by the sight of a car parking in front of my neighbors' house that is an exact duplicate of the one Jeannie Bueller had in that quaint little '80s flick about her brother's day off from school. Sadly, Jennifer Grey herself did not get out of it.
Where was I? Right: The romper. It's... fine. I just wish it weren't so twee. I feel like once you give up enacting My Little Pony soap operas on your bedroom floor, you are also too old for playsuits. At MOST, I feel it belongs on someone who's shlepping along Robertson Blvd., or Melrose, or [Insert Your Local Outdoor Retail Strip Here], trying to get a bunch of shopping done on a really hot day and in no mood to deal with any more fabric than is necessary.
And then I stumbled on this photo:
[Photo: WENN.com]
And voila: The photo on the right is from about a month ago, when Anna Faris wore the romper to schlep around a local outdoor retail area on a hot day. There is something a bit refreshing about knowing a celebrity recycles stuff in her wardrobe -- as Jessica said, if we were working at Us Weekly, we'd be slapping a "STARS: THEY'RE JUST LIKE US" tag on it, with the excited added caption, "They Double-Dip Into Their Closets!!!!!!!!!"
I STILL think it's something an eighth-grader would beg her mother to let her buy and her mom would be all, "You do NOT NEED anything STRAPLESS, my GOD, you're only 13," and the daughter would burst into tears and scream something about one of her classmates declaring straps "so 2007" and wailing that she'll be socially ruined forever before running off and slamming her bedroom door, forcing her father to take it off its hinges when he finds out about it later.
But so much of fashion is about context, and I'm interested to know what you think. Is it cuter when she's not on a red carpet? Does it work formally AND casually, either/or, or as neither? Or is it still just generally too ridiculous for a 32-year old to wear on her body in public anywhere except MAYBE the beach?
