I feel a moral obligation to alert the community about spurious fashion trends that are being revisited. In the past that has resulted in a blog or two on mom jeans, leggings and the most aggregious fashion crime of all time -stirrup leggings. Of course I report about these items as a past offender. I have commited the crimes. I have foolishly gone along with the fashion propaganda on a number of occasions to my detriment (actually my eternal detriment as many of these crimes were captured in photographic evidence).
Well, I feel it is my duty to inform you that rompers are back. Yes…rompers. Don’t believe me…well, look here at Body Central’s website for evidence. If you are unclear on what a romper is, visualize a short version of an elasticized waist jumpsuit. Albeit, unlike most jumpsuits, rompers tend to be sleeveless and often strapless. There is a reason for this and the reason is why I theorize they are called “rompers” – oh yes, this little fashion travesty was no doubt a testosterone-filled man’s design from back in the day.
Allow me to define romp:
To play or frolic boisterously.
Hence, the romper is for boisterous playing or frolicking (I believe it lends itself more to the frolic). I think a photo is instructive at this point.
What’s nice about rompers is that they are easy-on and easy-off. They are great as bathing suit coverups. Alas, they are not always advertised as such – they are advertised as an outfit unto itself – the one piece easy-on, easy-off wonder. Hmmmm. I do believe the male designer who created this wasn’t just thinking of endless summer days on the beach or hanging out with friends at a barbecue…oh no, allow me to insert my impression of his deviant intent…I do believe he was more focused on the romp than anything. And folks, I don’t think he was thinking frolicking of the sorts Puff the Magic Dragon did. Oh no, rompers are, by definition and design, sex-friendly outfits. If your libido is on overdrive and you need it now – date a girl in a romper – outfit removal time is 0.2 seconds (not that I have personally timed it or anything). 😉
Does anyone else out there remember Romper Room the children’s television show that ran for decades? I wonder how the producers of that show felt when some male designer decided that he would create an outfit that was frolic-friendly and call it a romper, I don’t know that they appreciated that imprint…perhaps that is why Romper Room is no longer on the air.
I can tell you this much, when I think rompers and hear the phrase “romper room” I don’t think about the children’s television show. I dare say that this revisitation of the romper fashion trend will create a similar mental imprint with others. Romper will forever be uttered with a miscevious little smirk on the utterer’s face.
I can still vividly remember my favorite romper from the eighties – it was a strapless lavendar terry cloth – very comfy and very easy-on /easy-off. I wore it a lot back then around the house…it was the sex kitten version of lounging clothes in my day. To my credit, I never wore it out to the store or social gatherings. So yes, I know of what I speak and I can tell you that they are conducive to boisterous frolicking; and as such, are appropriately named.
So they are back and having read this you are now apprised of the real design intent of rompers (and arguably their greatest value). I dare you to try and say “romper room” to someone wearing a romper this summer without a mischevious smirk. It is tough to do because now you know too much…you can thank me later. 😉
Day six hundred and seventy of the new forty – obla di obla da
Ms. C
“not that I have personally timed it or anything” 😉
Almost forgot about those. Please oh please don’t do anything on HotPants…..I still need brain bleach when i think of those and the ones worn in my high school.
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Rompers….he he he….never wore one in my life; and even if I did, I would never admit to it. LOL!
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Hahahahaha! I never wore a romper after age 7, but I can tell you about my experience with stirrup leggings.
My mother, who never understood my size, bought me a pair and insisted I wear them to wherever we were going. I did, and the first time I sat down in them, they shot down off my hips and landed squarely around my ankles – in public.
And that was the end of those pants.
LOL!
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