For a truly horrible moment I thought this “drouser” was the entire thing from top to bottom, the mutant offspring of a dress and trouser, very distant cousin of the jumpsuit but next of kin to the short sleeved jumper with the shirt stitched to the inside because we are too daft to layer clothing without supervision. Thankfully, its not. My head was aching trying to figure out how you would even get into it. I thought it must have buttons at the shoulder like a massive babygro- LAWD NO.
Phew, thank goodness for that. It’s still a hybrid too far but its not as much of a wreckage as I initially thought. Why they couldn’t just call it a tunic is anyone’s guess. If you want to support this linguistic abhorrancy you can get yours from Junarose at Simply Be. Its a lovely item but I have standards.