Oh yes... it's a onesie

Wow. I want a onesie. I'm not Jack Will's biggest fan, but they've tapped into my inner ice cube with this stripey number. At the tender age of twenty, I actually feel too old for Jack Wills. Last weekend I found myself parousing one of their newer stores, and I just can't be doing with boys wearing their pyjamas about; I see that enough already (does that make me old fashioned?), nor can I cope with the gaggles of thirteen year old girls who hang out in Jack Wills. I highly doubt any of them actually bought anything, but Jack Wills makes it just so cozy for you to chillax there all day if you're a tweenager with nothing better to do with your time. And it's not as if I blame them for not buying anything; university outfitters? Ha! Student loans would, and do, buckle under the pressure of plastic burning up in Jack Will's card machines. When I'm in there, I find myself thinking about backcombing my hair, dark wood furnishings and clay pigeon shooting, all the while pouting, Crackberry held tentatively by a rather arrestingly angled palm... then I catch myself in the mirror, and leave faster than you can say flannelplaidlumberjack. But this wasn't meant to be a malediction against Jack Wills, because I could readily go on even though I myself own garments embroidered with that suspicious looking pheasant. This was meant to be about my need for a onesie. I get SO cold and have lost a rather tiresome argument with the boiler this afternoon, leaving Daddy dearest to haul a heater to the flat for me to keep me slightly toasty. As the colder months draw in, so my fashion inhibitions leave me; ballet pumps are replaced by Uggs, cashmere cardigans become the finishing touch to any outfit and scarves become my best friend. I find I can't text, get my Oyster card out of my bag or enter my PIN without some woolen based catastrophe due to my now HUGE gloved sausage fingers. Last year I acquired some rather snuggly cashmere Juicy Couture trousers in the sale, so I plan to perhaps attach those to a cashmere jumper and thus knit myself into a self styled onesie, complete with Ugg booties. I will look like a small fuzzy abominable cosmopolitan snowman, but hopefully by then EVERYONE will be so cold, they shan't turn their heads to get a better glimpse at me for fear of their necks snapping off due to the aforementioned cold. Ahhh I kid, but it is OH so tempting.
Link for ONESIE.