WVW: The Jumpsuit (Loving and Loathing)*
I haven’t worn this jumpsuit in a while, so I pulled it out for a mother-daughter shopping excursion last weekend, literally from the back of my closet. I was about to reach for the usual belt I wear with it, then I had a lightbulb moment, a vision: the super long, reversible belt from my Foley + Corinna dress! Ah, that fringed belt with the jumpsuit…perfection! And the dream ends there.
Oh, jumpsuit, how I loathe you.
I alternately love and loathe jumpsuits. As much as I love this comfy jumpsuit, I don’t wear it as often as I’d like. The thing about jumpsuits is that the only time you really can wear them is when shopping. You see, onesies for grown-up girls—they’re just not practical.
If you’re a male reader, you may appreciate the avoidance of jumpsuits—especially if they are of the harem pant ilk, as mine are above. There may be nothing more man-repelling than harem pants, and I can’t say that I blame men for disliking them. They do absolutely zero for the beautiful female form. But I digress.
No, the problem with jumpsuits, long or short, is that every time you have to go to the loo, the whole schebang must come down. You basically have to disrobe. Like every 30 minutes, if you’re out for drinks. It’s not only a pain, but in cramped, often not-so-clean public bathrooms, a veritable nightmare. I won’t paint you any pictures here, but if you use your imagination, I’m sure you could envision a few different scenarios that would be catastrophic for the jumpsuited miss.
Guys, what do you think about jumpsuits? Ladies, do you suffer them for a small space of time, or avoid them?