I was on the Anthropologie site—which I know never ends well—and... well, I'll just say it. To paraphrase the romper patron saint, Katy Perry, I saw a romper... and I liked it.
In my defense, it looks like pants and a top. Right? It totally does! It's a romper in denial. And it's sailor-y, guys, which is my secret sartorial fetish!
Oh and then. And THEN. It gets worse. I tried to envision the perfect shoes to wear were I to enter a state of temporary insanity and actually purchase this romper... and I found myself fantasizing about these:
Spectator-inspired oxford booties! I KNOW. My ankles are not at all amused by this folly, but my brain insists that they are cute. And they are. SO CUTE.
HELP ME. It's like I don't even know who I am anymore.