On a totally different subject, my desires for spats and rompers have been realized!
Alas! Alack I say! Hopefully it can be repaired.
In other news, I have been searching for a romper that will fit my fat ass and not make me look like a slutty toddler. This was actually realized (perhaps not the latter) in a moment of retail therapy with Urban Outfitters.
I am well aware that a romper is an ephemeral trendoid that I will probably look back upon in a decade with the same shock and shame best used for hot pink spandex armlets or that eerie period when I was refashioning t-shirts into clubwear with liberal sequin appliques.
too bad it's November.