the tie dye onesie

Anybody who knows me knows I'm pretty adamantly against tie dye. I was raised in Oregon surrounded by too much of it - suffocated by it really - and have grown to associate tie dye with the pungent smell of patchouli, and the moist-dirt taste of tempeh generously sprinkled with hemp seeds.

That said, last week in Oregon...I bought a tie dye onesie.

Not sure if I did it ironically, or perhaps with some sentimentality - maybe I'll never know. But I do know that this little item is fun as shit...and so it shall be worn religiously.

Peace out weirdos...