Lately I've had this uncharacteristic urge to find (and presumably wear) a dress. It might be the shaved head, which renders all my baggy, androgynous clothing somewhat more androgynous than I'd actually like. Anyway, I thought a bit about what kind of dress I'd realistically be able to pull off, and I decided that it would have to be something out of my little-old-lady spinster dreams (looking a bit wobbly at the moment, but hey, there's still hope). So. Some kind of cozy knit. Definitely long.
I present the onesie dress, complete with totally unnecessary bum flap. I'm assuming that any little-old-lady future of mine must involve leather jackets, hairless cats, and whatever absurd fantasy accessories I'm no longer too embarrassed to sport in public. Now I'd like some brilliant Japanese or Swedish designer to make this, please, and send me one. Yohji Yamamoto. Acne. Whichever, I'm not picky.
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