I bought a jumpsuit last week. I don’t know what came over me, but I’m just letting it happen.
It’s made of silky crepe, fits like a dream, and makes me feel like the type of person who hosts large, relaxed dinner parties at her sprawling Hamptons home. It also makes me feel like I’m wearing pajamas in public which is the only reason I wear anything, really. The only downside is its, uh, restroom functionality. (Pro-tip: Pee pre-jumpsuit. It’s the only way.)
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some canapés to prepare!