The Onesie – Cool Or Fool?GinnyThe Onesie – Cool Or Fool?

I honestly thought that Louis Walsh’s wearing of a leprechaun-green onesie on last season’s X Factor would have defined its departing moment but even that wasn’t enough to save us from onesie misery.
From babes in arms to the cast of TOWIE, everyone is wearing a onesie. But seriously, not even glowing endorsements from the likes of Tom Daley, Brad Pitt and One Direction are enough to make the sane amongst us believe that this really is a good look. Think rationally for a moment and you know this is the kind of fashion that will have your descendants asking, “What were you thinking???” And so it that I feel it is my duty to banish all onesies to the furnace of Room 101 and save you all from the puzzlement and derision of our future generations.
Let’s be frank now, dressing up like a Teletubby is not a good look… even for a Teletubby. Let alone a grown adult dressing up as a Teletubby badly disguised as a zebra, leopard or bunny (this would at any other time probably result in being committed to a mental institution). Not even a designer label is enough to distract us from the fact that this is the most ridiculous “fashion” faux pas in living memory. Rihanna wore “DKNY” emblazoned all over hers recently. I can think of plenty more four-letter combinations that would have been more appropriate.
Now, I don’t deny that a onesie may be perfectly practical as nightwear for an Eskimo, a member of a polar expedition or a Teletubby. But guys – day wear? For grown Adults? Really? In the street?
New Look recently reported that they are selling a onesie every three seconds and even that Great British Institution, that bastion of class and good taste, Harrods, have muscled in on the act with their designer offerings.
As Coco Chanel famously proclaimed, “Fashion does not happen in a vacuum but reflects the times in which we live”. God help us all.
So here we have it. The onesie. Cool or fool? You decide.

Room 101 is a converted torture chamber first introduced in Orwell’s grim vision of a tyrannized future society, a place now used as a repository for all those things in life that make you want to put your head through a window.
You can’t move in Room 102 for fluffy kittens, chocolate ice cream and bubble wrap – it is an archive of loveliness where we preserve forever those things worth getting out of bed for. 


