return of the romper

Not in my lifetime —

I’d a been willing to bet —

Would this article of  clothing make a comeback. 

But “OMG,” I almost screamed when I spotted them in NYC a coupla weeks ago, “the romper has returned!”

The first romper I owned I made — bought a pattern and fabric and sewed the thing myself —

In our sewing room.

In 1977 I made a day-after-prom-brunch romper — grass green cotton with tiny white polka dots and three dainty little ties across the bodice.

This little number musta been “hot” back then — the shorts barely covered my 12th grade buns and the ties were functional as well as decorative, meaning the entire front was open —

Except where it was lashed together in three places across my chest.

Needless to say, it was the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever worn.   I couldn’t bend over, sit down, or reach for the butter without it shifting away from things that I typically wanted covered —

It was — as we said back then — “quite revealing.”

Alas, I coulda fared much better with the version of the romper my mother made famous —

The strapless terry cloth with the elastic above the bustline and at the waistline.  One piece and it followed your every move —

She owned them in all the colors of sherbet —

Lime, orange, yellow —

And a couple more I can’t remember.

Wonder if she’ll be tempted to bring ’em back. 

I think I just might —

Many things in life are better the second time around and the romper may be one of them.

Author: Julie Ann Stevens

My art flows from the patterns & paths of my lived experience which ⏤ like yours ⏤ are at once deeply personal and entirely universal.

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