That's me in a jumpsuit. And no, I am not doing a spot of painting and decorating - though I have to admit that since the holiday I've been on a serious mission to spruce up That's Not My Age Mansions. You know what it's like when you come back and everything looks shit. Well, that has turned me into a De-cluttering Demon. Mr That's Not My Age is scared (mainly for the safety of his vast CD collection). Anyhow. I've embraced the jumpsuit, all-in-one, whatever. Purchased at the start of summer from MHL, this is proper French workwear. The fabric is quite heavy duty so I've been waiting for it to cool down again, otherwise I'm boiling in my boilersuit. Commonly referred to as my Industrial Onesie, it makes getting dressed so easy, I want one in every available colour/fabric. And, all that 'going to the loo is such a palaver' stuff is nonsense. Believe me, I go a lot. You just have to be careful not to drop the arms down the toilet bowl (or onto the urine-splattered floor of a public loo) - and try your best not to wee on them. It's simple.
The best lighter-weight version I've seen is from Whistles, £155, available HERE.
How do you feel about the jumpsuit? Are we all-in-one together?
