*More commonly known as a dressing gown depending on where you live, what your mum calls it or how old you are.
I spent my first 29 years calling it a dressing gown and switched to housecoat like a disloyal friend, after living with a Scotsman. Now, much to the annoyance of my sister, housecoat flows out of my mouth like I’ve been saying it forever. The only other words I can think of where this happened is for products, like Oil of Ulay which became Oil of Olay, but how often does one need to say Oil of Olay? Nike started being pronounced Nikey rhyming with spikey in the UK, less than 5 years ago. And I don’t even know how Opal Fruits became Starbursts. But it was Marathon that I resisted for as long as possible, and before long I had switched to Snickers without even realising it. Continue reading
The days when silk pyjamas were worn as elegant evening attire are over (I think). But soft, cosy cotton ones are here to stay (I hope). Don’t get me stated about those slovenly people who wear their pyjamas to the supermarket and on the school run, Continue reading
It feels a little like deja vu or groundhog day because I have written this blog post before. It’s pretty much the same words but different pictures. I’m repeating myself because I’ve sewn another baby sleep gown in some more beautiful fabric but I doubt I’ll be able to write another blog post quite as funny as the original.
So if you missed it last time, read on. But if it’s going to be like groundhog day for you too, just hang around and look at the pretty pictures of the nice fabric. Continue reading
The onesie became a fashion craze a few years back in the UK. Everyone was wearing them, and I mean everyone. Men, women and children of all ages and social backgrounds. Some were intended as loungewear or sleepwear but the Norwegian company OnePiece created the modern onesie which was pretty cool and people started wearing them on the streets.
It wasn’t long before our shops were filled with cheap imitations and all hell broke loose. Continue reading
I always thought the reason some baby clothes have envelope necklines was to make it easier to get on and off. I assume most people thought the same. But last year not one, not two but three people told me that when your baby does a tsunami of a poo, lets just call it a ‘poonami’ for want of a better word. You know the ones that are really wet, really huge, and more ends up outside the nappy than inside the nappy. Continue reading