Anyone who knows me, or lives in my town, knows I’m the onesie queen. Even the girls at my local co op have now nicknamed me “onesie.” I bought one from bluenotes last night, and at first I was delighted. It didn’t have feeties, but it was leopard and had a kitty face on the hood.
After wearing it twice it has a hole in the crotch.
If I was a hooker this would be ideal.
Alas, I am not, and am now all too aware of why it was only $25, and not $55 like my other ones from La Vie En Rose.
Note to self, you get what you pay for…
Now can someone please find me a snow leopard onesie in a medium with a kitty hood? Right meow?
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