Creepy baby onesie
Between the misshapen baby blanket and my weird knitted bear on steroids, my handmade baby gifts have so far been a bit of a bust. I decided I had better have a decent offering for my new nephew.
I found the perfect onesie at my friend’s groovy store , Nathalie-Roze and Co. She carries indie Canadian clothing and accessory designers in her adorable shop nestled in Leslieville.
SLO, a Toronto designer, makes funky onesies from recycled tshirts. Crafty and environmentally friendly, what more could a new auntie ask for? I found an adorable recycled Rolling stones concert t-shirt and knew this would be the coolest baby ever. Even though I can’t look at Mick Jagger without thinking of Don Knotts, or Keith Richards without thinking of an expressive grandma who spends her winter’s in Florida wearing silky caftans, they were great in their heyday.
The problem arose when I showed it to my sweetie and he was appalled at the back. “You can’t have skeletons on a baby!” he exclaimed, “that’s creepy and wrong!”
To tell you the truth, I don’t think I even noticed the the skeletons on the back. I was too busy admiring the giant Rolling Stones lips on the front and patting myself on the back about my cool auntie status. Too late now. The nephew is getting his onesie, inappropriate or not.
I figure:
1) It’s a baby. It won’t care if it has skeletons on it’s back
2) It’s a boy. He’ll care even less about what he’s wearing, and the skeletons will make him feel tough
3) His parents drive a Prius and buy organic food, so the green bragging rights of having a recycled t-shirt onesie should override the creepy skeleton factor
4) The creepy skeletons signifying death are a stark contrast to the cuddly baby wearing it, perhaps acting as a symbol of how closely life and death are intertwined. It will give baby something to ponder between feedings and pooing
