What I Want (But Maybe Shouldn't) Now

Inexplicably, I find myself dwelling on the idea of wearing an adult onesie this summer—a little shorts-on-the-bottom romper that I can breeze around in on weekends in the city. Though my rational self wonders if this is too trendy and inappropriately kid-like for a woman approaching 30, I want one anyway, and so be it. I didn't have a fully formed vision of what exactly this mythical onesie should look like, but then I went on a work trip to Boston and came across this Opening Ceremony version, made of butter-colored silk. I was tempted to try it on, but didn't (who knows why), and then, of course, it lingered irritatingly at the back of my head for days. Which is why there's the Internet, right? L.A.'s oogaboogastore.com has it (it's such a good site, incidentally, with an intriguing, edgy-cool mix of artist multiples, books, and clothing by indie labels). I'm as drawn to it as I was in Boston: I love the row of delicate buttons down the front, and the way the straps crisscross in the back. The print and the fancy fabric help keep things sophisticated, and though the cut is appealingly loose, a drawstring at the waist ensures that your shape won't get lost in the shuffle.