I bought a onesie today. I’m not sorry.
Besides, it’s the chic-est damn onesie I ever saw. H&M Kids if you’re interested: it has black and white typography all over it…AND A HOOD.
The only thing missing for me is feet. I had a pink bunny onesie with feet when I was about 7. I’ve never got over growing out of it. The nostalgia you feel for nightwear is stronger than any other.
Boyfriend is DEFINITELY going to be happy I spent £20 on the most sexually departed piece of clothing ever invented.
I’m not the worst though. My friend Sam has a tiger print onesie. And then her fiance got a monkey one. With a tail. So now they wear them TOGETHER. I’m not even going to pretend that’s OK.