I still remember when I was around six and my friend Caroline and I were clad in nothing but white cotton underwear, covered in mud stains with a crown of leaves adorning our bowl-cuts. I had just read Robinson Crusoe while lounging in the apple tree in our backyard (it added dramatic effect to the already terrifying story). After eating almost 15 apples (this is a true story) and subsequently suffering from unsurprising stomach cramps, I decided to make it my mission to relive what is still one of my favourite novels in my parents' garden. The thick bushes seemed to be a suitable alternative to the "Island of Despair". My obsessions with pirates, tree climbing and apples only intensified that magical summer.
Onesies are the BabyGro for adults that are either flying off to Never Never Land in the depths of the night or are, like myself, refusing to fall into the trap of monotony called growing up. Sophia Webster's whimsical creations à la Alice in Wonderland's "drink me" potion only enhance that certain "child at heart" aspect. Purchasing one of her clutches was like jumping into one of McDonald's' ball pits, ie. the happiest moment of my life. Since toddlers aren't able to walk, sitting on various pavements in my giant BabyGro only seemed appropriate, armed with a lot of pictorial vitamin C thanks to the pineapples on my jumper.