This past Saturday, I had a 30th birthday gathering to attend at the local laser tag place. You read that right: laser tag. (It was awesome.) Knowing that we’d likely be out and about after the fiesta, I wanted to wear something comfy yet cute, and I landed on this (totally photobombed by the cat in the second shot):
Well aware of my onesie addiction and the obsession I’ve developed with my new gold booties, Brett said I looked “like a kindergartener who went in their closet and picked out all their favorite things to wear at the same time” (I argued that I had dressed to allow for maximum range of motion whilst ducking and leaping for a game of laser tag.) Feeling sassy, I ran back inside and grabbed the cape from my last post to top the whole thing off. Then I decided I looked too much like the Supernanny and ditched it, but it was fun while it lasted.
I’m keeping with rocking the gold booties on the regular because they’re clearly awesome, and the jumpsuits certainly aren’t going anywhere any time soon. Like I told Brett, it’s a good thing I dress for myself and no one else, otherwise I may never land on an outfit to wear each day and would curl up in a helpless ball of indecisive anxiety in our closet every morning. Though I wouldn’t wear this demin onesie to work, you had best believe I am letting my freak flag fly come weekend time. It’s my time to really experiment and see what combination of things in my repertoire I can wear that will really spark joy. This outfit, strange as it seems, really sparked joy: I was physically, mentally and emotionally SO comfortable in these things because I felt like they were a true reflection of who I was and what I was feeling in that moment. And it felt GOOD.
What’s your “weekend onesie” outfit?