A couple of weeks ago, I was asked by the lovely ladies at Of a Kind if there was anything in my closet that I didn’t have the guts to wear. There was one thing. A romper. It’s navy-and-white striped, with short sleeves and red and yellow accents.
I bought it last summer at this great shop called Yo Vintage in Portland, but haven’t worn it. Because, well, it’s a romper. And I feel a little silly in it. Not as silly as I felt in the sailor-style romper I bought I couple of summers ago at Urban Outfitters—that one was swiftly resold to Beacon’s Closet—but still, a little silly.
It’s not like I’m a particularly modest person. I’ve worn plenty of weird, revealing, and (arguably) unflattering Hannah Horvath-style get-ups in my day. Yet there’s something about a romper that makes me feel, well, old.
I’ll be 31 this year, and I just wonder if I look more like Baby Huey than a cute girl in one of these things. Because I’m not a girl. And more than any other piece of clothing, a romper emphasizes that. So, should the onesie have an age cut-off?
My on-paper answer, of course, is no. If you want to wear something, you should wear it, and you should feel good wearing it. Plus, look at Zooey Deschanel. And Beyonce. You couldn’t find better 30-plus poster girls for romper-wearing. No matter, I’m still conflicted.
I’m determined to wear my romper this summer, although I can’t guarantee it’ll be a regular thing. What do you think? Is the romper fair game at all ages, or is there a time when you’re better off packing it away and saving it for your (future) daughter?