Flip Flop and Still in the Onesie

I know! I know! It is after 12 and I am still in the Onesie. I did not invent this adult babygro and held out against them for years, but I got one for Christmas, and now I am addicted. The trouble is, I now do not get dressed. I flip flop around the house in what is actually, a think looking like a giant babygro and get no further. It is warm, comfortable and the only danger is that someone might actually knock at the door. Flip, flop, I am still in the Onesie and with a confession to make.
The other day, I went to the shop in my Onesie. It was nearly evening and a complete Onesie day. Working from home is Onesie heaven. However, I really did need supplies. The larder was bare.
I went to the shop in my onesie with my coat over the top and my boots on and I hoped for the best. I really do wonder if anyone noticed and what they would have thought if they had. I didnt tell a soul, but is there a whisper going round the village:
"That lady went to the shop in her Onesie?"
I do not know and really I do not much care. I am converted to Oneseing and may even go to town dressed in it yet.
Meanwhile, flip, flop, here I sit, happy on the sofa with Freya the Catblog Cat snoozing peacefully beside me, typing away here and on MyLot and am not at all ashamed to be found, flip flop and still in my Onesie. 

The picture is from Pixabay