I think it’s fair to say that we can safely categorise most people these days into “Those who wear onesies” and “Those who don’t wear onesies”. I’ve always been in the latter camp. Back in 2010, when they were first spotted on celebs like One Direction and Rihanna, I felt a bit indifferent towards them. It looked like one of those “wacky” celeb trends that would come and go (anyone remember Robbie Williams wearing a dummy necklace back in the 90s?).
But then they became a “thing” and they stopped being referred to as adult baby grows and they got their own proper name – the onesie. Retailers like New Look and Primark started selling them and people – normal people – started to wear them. I remember the first time I realised how popular they were about to become. In 2012, my deskmate at Look magazine, was gifted a onesie by a high street retailer. She was a super cool fashion type, yet she was genuinely excited about being given a onesie.
So I got one. And I wore it one evening. And I… didn’t get it. I got really hot in it, and when I went to the loo, I had to peel the whole thing off me, leaving me freezing, and I had to make sure the hood didn’t land IN the loo, of course. Then, when it was time to go to bed, I had to change out of my onesie and into my PJs. It all felt a bit like too much effort, if I’m honest.
So for the past year or so, I’ve been firmly in the “Those who don’t wear onesies” camp.
Yep, my name is Alison… and I’m addicted to my onesie.
This all happened quite by accident. I bought a Sport Relief onesie, to wear when I take part in the Team Honk Bloggers’ Relay next month. It was all part of the “wackiness” of the day. When it arrived by post, I tried it on to pose for a photo… and that was it. I wore it all evening. It was so warm, and cosy. When I put the hood up, I was encased in its cotton snugness. I didn’t even mind the going-to-the-loo part, because the comfort and snuggly snugness (have I mentioned it’s cosy?) when I put it back on, made it worthwhile.
Every night for the past week, I’ve got home from work and put on my Sport Relief onesie. I cook dinner in it, I watch TV in it, I blog in it. We sat down to watch Breaking Bad on Sunday night, and I actually made my husband pause the opening scene because I just wasn’t as comfortable as I could be, and wanted to change into my onesie. I don’t actually know how to be at home now, wearing anything else.
I know they are not cool. I’m fact, I’d go as far as to say they are completely uncool but who CARES when you’re this snug? So I urge you – if you’ve never tried a onesie, give it a go. And if, like me, you thought you didn’t like them, give them another go. You might just surprise yourself…
Psst! If you want to sponsor me in the Team Honk Bloggers’ Relay for Sport Relief, please do so here!