Baby Puns: 57 So Adorable They’ll Make You Crawl
Babies are basically tiny drunk people who can’t hold their heads up, and yet somehow they run your entire life within 48 hours of arriving.
Fashion is the only industry where people will pay more for something that has less fabric, and honestly? I respect it. I’ve been collecting fashion puns the way some people collect vintage denim, obsessively, with no clear endgame. Here’s what I’ve got.
I don’t know wear to begin.
(I do know. I just wanted to start there. Classic. Unimpeachable.)
Why did the seamstress break up with the tailor? He kept spinning yarns and she was tired of him fabricate-ing stories about his past. She said, “I can see right through your material.” Okay that last bit was about chiffon specifically but you get it.
I genuinely think “don’t fabricate stories about my outfit” is the kind of thing I’d say at brunch and then look around the table waiting for someone to acknowledge me. Nobody would.
I’m sew glad we met.
Time to heel your fashion wounds.
This works as an Instagram caption and I won’t be taking feedback on that.
What do you call a story about custom clothing? A tailor tale.
The leather one is a stretch and I know it. “Leather-ally.” Say it fast. Faster. Okay it still doesn’t really work but I’m keeping it because I spent eleven minutes on it.
Don’t get shirty with me about my fashion choices.
Fun fact: “shirty” is actual British slang for being irritable. So this one’s doing double duty. I love a pun that’s also just… a real word used correctly. Minimum effort, maximum smugness.
Feeling like a print-cess today. 👑
“I told my friend her sequin dress was too much.”
“What’d she say?”
“She said I couldn’t see-quins of her logic.”
Terrible. Moving on.
That design is cut-e.
My friend said her outfit was haute couture. I said it looked more like a hot co-tourthree different designers fighting for attention on one body. If you know anything about the distinction between haute couture and prêt-à-porter, this lands about 15% harder. That’s still not very hard. I acknowledge this.
Don’t frock with my style.
Send this to your group chat. Right now. I’ll wait.
I’m hem-ming and hawing over this hemline.
You’re a denim-ite in that outfit.
Sidebar: why does nobody talk about how weird the word “denim” is? It comes from “serge de Nîmes”, a fabric from Nîmes, France. So every time you say denim you’re basically speaking French. You’re welcome for that.
My wardrobe is a battleground. Every morning it’s a full-on war-drobe situation, casualties include that shirt I bought in 2019 thinking I’d “grow into the vibe.” I did not grow into the vibe. The vibe rejected me.
What do you call someone who’s always ahead of the fashion curve? A trend-setter. Yeah, I know, that one’s just… the word. Sometimes the pun is that there is no pun. (That’s not true. I just couldn’t think of a better angle.)
That suit is perfectly suit-able for the occasion.
I’d dye for that color.
The middle one is fine. The other two are crimes. I’m leaving them in because this is a pun blog, not a court of law.
Don’t thread on me.
This should be on a throw pillow. Someone make this into a throw pillow.
She walked in wearing a bias-cut dress and honestly? I felt bias-ed toward her immediately.
If you don’t know what a bias cut is (it’s when fabric is cut diagonally across the grain, giving it that slinky drape, think 1930s Hollywood), this pun means nothing to you. And that’s okay. Not every pun is for every person. Some puns are gatekept.
She’s a mod-el citizen of fashion.
Don’t run away from the runway.
My friend asked me what I thought of her new pleat skirt. I said, “I’m pleat-sed to see it.” She said that was awful. I said, “Fine, but you have to admit it has a lot of folds going for it.” She stopped talking to me for twenty minutes. Worth it.
I’m skirt-ing around the issue of what to wear.
Why did the fashion designer go broke? They kept losing their shirt.
You can jack-it up with accessories.
I’m sweat-er-ing over which sweater to pick. Genuinely. I have nine grey ones and they’re all “different” in ways only I can perceive.
Hat-e to say it, but you look great.
That belt is a real belter.
Kinda lazy. I know.
I found this gem in a small boot-ique.
Be fashion four-wardnever backward. ✌️
What’s a ghost’s favorite type of fashion? Boo-tique clothing.
I’m not sorry. Actually wait, yes I am. I’m deeply sorry. That’s a Halloween pun wearing a fashion pun’s clothes. It’s a pun in disguise. …That’s better than the original joke, honestly.
I’m buttons for this button-down shirt. Like, absolutely nuts for it. I would commit minor crimes for this shirt. The buttons are mother of pearl and I don’t even know what that means but it sounds expensive and I’m into it.
Don’t ruffle my feathers, I’m just trying to look good.
She’s a true style icon. An eye-con. Every time she walks by, your eyes just, yeah okay this one fell apart in my hands. Next.
I asked the pattern maker about her toile and she said it was just a rough draft. I said, “Don’t toile-t away on something that already looks this good.”
A toile is a test garment made from cheap fabric before you cut the real thing. If you knew that, congrats, you’re either a fashion student or you watch too many sewing shows. Both valid life paths tbh.
These pants are pants-tastic!
Ngl this is bottom-tier. Pun intended. (The pun was “bottom.” Because pants. I’ll stop.)
This top is top-notch.
These zip-pers really pull the look together.
You have to seize on the latest season‘s trends before they’re gone. Fast fashion waits for no one. Literally. It’s destroying the planet at an alarming rate. Anyway,
I’m gonna style out this problem.
Simple. Clean. Works in conversation. Works as a text. Works as something you mutter to yourself in a fitting room at 6:47 PM when the store closes at 7 and you still haven’t decided between the olive and the sage and honestly they’re THE SAME COLOR but one costs forty dollars more because it has a French name on the tag.
Don’t label me. I’m just stylish.
“Who-dee-ni, where did you get that hoodie?”
This is the worst one on the list and I’m fully aware. Houdini? Hoodie? The connection is gossamer-thin. I included it because it made me laugh for reasons I can’t explain or defend.
It’s glam-our time to shine.
I’m just cuff-ing around with these new cufflinks. Off the cuffI’d say they’re pretty great.
Two cuff puns for the price of one. You’re welcome. Or I’m sorry. Depending on your tolerance.
Let your style spark-le all the joy.
Why did the velvet jacket go to therapy? It had too many hang-ups.
That outfit has serious swag-ger.
You need to dress the issue. Address it. In a dress. Look, it works better spoken aloud.
My friend said I was too buttoned up. I told her to stop trying to collar me into changing my style. She said I was being stiff. I said that’s just the starch.
Three puns in a trench coat pretending to be a joke. I love it.
Go on, gown yourself in luxury.
Well-dressed for success. 💅
Be a pattern of good taste.
This silk feels like a dream. A smooth, overpriced dream that I have to dry clean. Why do the nice fabrics always punish you for loving them? This is a pun blog and I’m having an emotional moment about laundry. Moving on.
I’ve got pock-ets full of style.
That outfit is sew last season.
She looked bobbin-g gorgeous, like she’d just stepped off a sewing machine. Okay that last one is idk what that is. It’s a reach. A long stitch of the imagination, if you will.
My fashion sense may be questionable, but at least my pun game is… also questionable. I’m cutting this post off before I unravel completely.
Babies are basically tiny drunk people who can’t hold their heads up, and yet somehow they run your entire life within 48 hours of arriving.
Fall is the only season that actively tries to make you emotional. Like, the trees are literally dying and we call it “peak beauty.
Nature puns are the one thing I’ll never apologize for. Actually, that’s a lie, I’ll apologize for several of these.
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