Fashionably picky husband
I tell you, it's hard to be hip when your husband, the only person around to give you feedback on your outfits, has his own ideas of what's fashionable.
For instance, I recently went on a small shopping trip and came home with a few things that received questionable reactions at best. According to Dave, my new pointy-toed high heels look like they belong on a witch and not on Sam (although Will supports the idea that these two things are one and the same). The adorable ballet flats that I bought from the Gap, which are very in right now and which delighted the cashier who was dying for her own pair, apparently belong on a grandma and not a 24 year-old. The long silver necklace that I bought at Target reminds him of a) a cheap date at Mardi Gras, and b) a crazy hippie, especially when paired with the classy (transparent he says - I disagree) aqua shirt that I got from the Gap last month, which he hates for some reason.
In fact, the only items from my trip that he liked were the safe things - the bootleg jeans from American Eagle that look a lot like my flare jeans, at least to a guy, the green half button-down t-shirt that looks a lot like a red shirt I have, at least to a guy, and the little black purse from Target with an endearing quality that no one could deny.
The boy treats fashion like he treats food. If it's safe, mainstream, and unquestionably delicious, he'll eat it. He likes my jeans, the fitted t-shirts that I often wear, and my flip flops. For examples of this, see the two pictures of myself that I've posted here. Anything else is inevitably met with suspicion. He's gotta be pushed to try new things. Often he does end up liking the new items but honestly it's like pulling teeth to get him to branch out.
I've decided that, with the exception of the witchy high heels that I'm still debating, nothing is going back. It's time for my stud to expand his fashion palate.
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I'd like to mention, however, that he is a super awesome buddy, fashion frustrations aside. When I walked in from the above-mentioned shopping trip feeling nothing but tired and gross, the first thing he said when he saw me was, "You look so beautiful!" Love that boy.
For instance, I recently went on a small shopping trip and came home with a few things that received questionable reactions at best. According to Dave, my new pointy-toed high heels look like they belong on a witch and not on Sam (although Will supports the idea that these two things are one and the same). The adorable ballet flats that I bought from the Gap, which are very in right now and which delighted the cashier who was dying for her own pair, apparently belong on a grandma and not a 24 year-old. The long silver necklace that I bought at Target reminds him of a) a cheap date at Mardi Gras, and b) a crazy hippie, especially when paired with the classy (transparent he says - I disagree) aqua shirt that I got from the Gap last month, which he hates for some reason.
In fact, the only items from my trip that he liked were the safe things - the bootleg jeans from American Eagle that look a lot like my flare jeans, at least to a guy, the green half button-down t-shirt that looks a lot like a red shirt I have, at least to a guy, and the little black purse from Target with an endearing quality that no one could deny.
The boy treats fashion like he treats food. If it's safe, mainstream, and unquestionably delicious, he'll eat it. He likes my jeans, the fitted t-shirts that I often wear, and my flip flops. For examples of this, see the two pictures of myself that I've posted here. Anything else is inevitably met with suspicion. He's gotta be pushed to try new things. Often he does end up liking the new items but honestly it's like pulling teeth to get him to branch out.
I've decided that, with the exception of the witchy high heels that I'm still debating, nothing is going back. It's time for my stud to expand his fashion palate.
...
I'd like to mention, however, that he is a super awesome buddy, fashion frustrations aside. When I walked in from the above-mentioned shopping trip feeling nothing but tired and gross, the first thing he said when he saw me was, "You look so beautiful!" Love that boy.
posted by Sam at 11:32 PM
1 Comments:
Dear Sam,
While I support your quest to expand your fashion realm, let me first point out that you are so hypocritical. Dave is fashionably picky? So are you! Anytime I wear anything that isn't mainstream enough for you guys I get met with questioning looks and weird comments. While I realize that bleached hair may be a bit more extreme than witch shoes, if you are going to judge people, judge yourself first! Just a friendly reminder from your less fashionably picky neighbor.
Love,
-Will
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