*singing
“It’s a ONE- (it’s a one!) -SIE summer, wearing nothing but onesies all day in my: ONE- sie summer… now your gonnnnnne.” Ok, so it’s hard to decipher what the hell kind of song that was but think, circa 1988 “Cruel Summer” by Bananarama. Ok, NOW, resing the first line… *wink
What the hell. Ah, the ONEsie fad of sunshine season past… duh. If you’ve been busy with life then it’s likely you’ve no clue what I’m saying. Onesies in the am. Onesie’s aren’t for just babies anymore! Onesies for bed. No sir! Onesies with footies! No? Oh… Wake up from your onesie nightmare! It’s here and I’m going to wear these little bastards EVERY. Freaking. Day. As I was getting through the summer I noticed my closet has become full of these awesome little ditties. They’re so easy to wear. It’s like one and done; at it’s epitome. I had a onesie for the grocery store, the beach. I had onesies to go out to dinner on dates. Ok, so, I didn’t have many dates; But, I had a onesie just in case of the off-chance one would mysteriously appear. It’s got long sleeves, so I’m thinking I may still be able to get a Berry’s -after hours- lobster pizza out of it.
In fact, I have been wearing these so often, that it’s likely I need an intervention. A onesie intervention. And… a fashion overhaul. For my onesie obsession. Pimp my closet! But spare the onesies! Shoult thou layeth hands on mine onesies… I shall seek fulleth extenteth of monkey attack on perpatrateth asseth!
So folks, if you weren’t on board the onesie revolution of summer, you missed the boat. Because with my luck the popular throw on and go uniform I’ve become to attached to is likely gone… It’s my wardrobe curse. I’m sure there’s sale racks full of them now though…. Oh shit! Sale racks!! Uh oh. Full of onesies?!! And we lost her… Gotta go!
DISCLAIMER: And for those of you ready to point out my 2-week stay-cay va-cay turned out to be a 4 week-month… yeah, I’m aware. And I enjoyed every minute of it. Plus, I got some great material I’ll be sharing throughout the next week from the experience. Yes. Taking time off can absolutely be an expereince. Especially if you are me…Luck of the draw, fancy friends. Luck, of the draw.
I don’t have a problem with people wearing what makes them feel comfortable even if it is well after it is trendy. And by the way, if it isn’t trendy where you are, you can always move somewhere in the midwest, where fashion takes a while to get.
steel toed boots and cat sweaters anyone? *wink
Steel toed boots definitely for letting people know how your really feel.