I like to believe that I have an open-minded approach to style and fashion. It takes all kinds – an adage that seems fitting both for people and the clothes they wear. But as much as I’d like to tout the virtues of my sartorial acceptance, every once in awhile a style trend comes along the provokes my irrational prejudice. I become peevish and cranky, prone to vitriolic rants about pointy-toed shoes or the needless resurrection of Hammer-pants.
I was so angry when rompers came back in fashion a few years ago. “What are we? FIVE?” I’d snark everytime I saw magazine pics of grown women in one-piece suits. Sure I used to wear rompers all the time…but that was back in the seventies when I was super-wee kid!