So, onesies are a little like Marmite – you either love them or hate them! Are Onesies the best thing since sliced bread or stupid oversized babygros which should never be seen on an adult? I don’t know anyone who sits on the fence in this debate!
I for one, am all for onesies. Since I hit my 30s comfort is practically top of the list of my priorities and quite frankly if I look stupid I couldn’t give a damn. Let’s be honest, they aren’t the sexiest things to wear. You can’t really put one on and work ‘come to bed eyes’. Well maybe you could, but I just look like an idiot. My long suffering partner actually doesn’t mind them. Probably because I zip myself into one and instantly chill out and relax. Mind you, if I ever get into bed wearing one (I rarely do because I just get too hot) the look of disappointment and the muttering under his breath says it all. He knows he hasn’t got a hope in hell of getting anywhere near my bare skin that night. Last time he threatened to cut a hole in it – that didn’t go down too well!
I practically screamed with delight when I received an owl onesie for Christmas (two loves of mine rolled into one – owls and comfort) and couldn’t wait for bed-time to put it on. That said, I do draw the line; onesies at home chilling = perfectly acceptable. Going down to Tesco in it – Not!
What are your thoughts on them?