Exactly three weeks ago, I was fretting over what to wear to an SEC game with my family and some family friends. Well, the game’s tomorrow and I have the perfect outfit.
I really loved the bell sleeves and darker print of the romper I ordered, which I had shipped in both a four and a six, but both were too short and too low-cut. If I were buying them primarily to go out in, I’d keep the six and maybe have it altered, but I just felt more comfortable in the shift. It’s better for a daytime family thing than the bars, I won’t have to worry about a wardrobe malfunction, and my father won’t cry when he sees me in it. I just plain like it, too, which is always a plus.
For sizing, on me I ordered it in a four and it fits fine in the shoulders. I’m 5’6.5″ and it hits short enough so my hands wouldn’t graze the hem, but it’s not a miniskirt. I’m paring it with simple silver hoops, a quick bracelet or two, and new booties.
Somehow I can’t stop buying shoes. It’s cathartic. And better than drinking.