Though we do have to face the fact that this is a leopard get-up. Sadly.
The thiiiiiiing is, and I should probably be a bit more embarrassed to admit this, I have wanted an adult onesie since the day they came on the market. I'm being very serious. And yes, this does all relate. So imagine my complete delight when I was wandering the aisles of The Warehouse, desperate to make some kind of purchase that was important enough to warrant me spending our last dime on it... It's a tough call right?! A spend that makes up for the fact that you can't whip over to the shop when you next run out of peanut butter or something actually important, like milk or bread. A purchase excellent enough to compensate for no take out coffees all week (my weakness, shhhh). It couldn't be just anything, but it had to be something. After all, when you live where we do, a trip to any shop is not something to be wasted.
And then I saw it. An adult onesie. Into the trolley it went, immediately. I thought I was done, until I saw this amazing-pants leopard print number in the kids section. I grabbed the largest size available, "yup yup yup," on an adrenaline high by now. It looked huge, I had no doubt it would fit. Mistake #1. The whole ride home I was giddy with excitement. Not only a onesie, but in leopard print!!!! For real!! When home I hastily removed the tag, (mistake #2) and tried it on. It fit, mostly, except that the bodice part was designed for, well, a kid. I could just squeeze myself in, but my dreams of lounging (comfily) around in a leopard print onesie were never going to eventuate. Saddest. day. ever.
You'll have to imagine all the sad faces I was pulling, throwing myself onto the bed in despair, etc etc. If I'd had the heart to find some appropriately melancholic music to play, it would have been played, alright. But the fighter in me would not give in. After all, I'd just spent my last $26 on this thing, and I was gonna get my dang moneys worth.
Hurrah for my trusty little sewing machine. When all else fails, it always seems to get me out of a tight spot. Because who doesn't love to see a kid in an animal costume?! I know I do. If fact, if I had an unlimited budget, and if my kids weren't that discerning (which, in fact, they are not), I would have costumes for every type of animal, and that's all they would ever wear. Tomorrow you get to see this suit (and it's matching baby twin) in its full glory, but tonight you just get the back-story and these sneak previews. I know. You're speechless. Admire away, people.
p.s. Don't be thinking that I've given up on my leopard print onesie. One way or another, it will be mine.