French Husband hates to shop. Fortunately for him I do not share his passion. That is not to say I love shopping. But shopping for others, or for business is something I enjoy.
My mother has said many times that nobody should go shopping with me, "…if you shop with Corey, you will buy a ton of stuff that you never thought you needed, and she will walk out with nothing for herself."
I shop for Chelsea too. Usually, I put her in a dress room and run around the shop bringing her things to try on, and then run around finding her size, and things to complete the outfit. Chelsea wrote from China, "Mom, I am not a girly-girl, I don't like shopping. I need you to come shop for me, you have shopped with me for so long you have rendered me hopeless to shop by myself."
French Husband simply says, "I hate shopping." Therefore, I buy his clothes: His belts, shoes … underwear and food, even so far as selecting what he will have from a menu. The only thing he buys are bulidings.
In Chiang Mai, French Husband nearly died when I told him we were going to a tailor to have clothes made for him. He thought that was a crazy idea, "I do not need anything."
Whatever.
I told him that if he did not give me the pleasure of having something made for him then I would no longer shop for him and-and-and he would go naked and starve. Yes I am a brat. And yes we went to the tailor.
Neramit is the best Chiang Mai has to offer when it comes to tailoring men's clothing. He is chic, well spoken, knows his business down to the stitch and more than anything a true pleasure to talk to about style, tailoring and clothing. I had no idea he was famous, but just seeing him through the window made my heart jump, his clothing spoke volumes.
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