Wednesday 11 November 2009

11. 11. 09

A Girl Wants...

To reprimand the onesie and apologise to Postie.

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Last week I heard Primarni had brought out a onesie. Yes, a onesie. That is, an all in one, pyjama suit. Well I'm not entirely sure what possessed me, but I bought one. Now I am not pretending to have foreseen the pyjama suit in the fashion stakes come christmas 09, but as an owner, there is no denying it makes a statement. Yesterday morning, I donned the onesie (I was cold, it was cute - could I say no?) I had just finished doing up the poppers when the doorbell rang. I was alone, and from the grunting outside I knew it was the postman (he's a grunter). Anyway, you can imagine my dilemma. Was I ready to come out as a onesie convert? Could I pull off the confidence to look uber cool dressed as an 8 month old baby? Realistically there was only one thing I could do in such a situation. On the first shake my magic eight ball said, "ask again later". On the second, it said "yes". By this point, Postie was grunting and swearing, I made a mental note to buy him a compensatory christmas present. I opened the door, and smiled cheerily, reaching out to claim my package. Postie recoiled in absolute horror. In fact, I think he may have screamed. I knew then and there that my magic eight ball was corrupt. Postie held a chubby hand over his eyes (to avoid the glare?) as he gave me my package, mumbled something in a high pitched voice about having a lot of deliveries this morning and then legged it, almost tripping over his postbag. The onesie didn't go down too well, but on the upside if Postie never returns, I can probably cross him off my christmas list...