French Husband is no fan when it comes to clothes shopping. I use to shop for his entire wardrobe: Suits, ties, underwear, socks, belts, shoes, motorcycle pants… He never stepped inside of a shop, seriously in over twenty years.
A few years ago due to one thing and another, I stopped doing his shopping. To make a long story short French Husband and I had an argument, bent our necks, and well you know how it is one person says something and the other says, "Fine!" and you don't mean it but keep to it anyway? He said, "I can do my own shopping!" and I said, "Fine!"
Three years later, French Husband still hadn't shopped, and I hadn't bought him a single new thing. Which gave a new meaning to Hol(e) ly socks.
Well all that changed yesterday evening… we went shopping– for him. I am still in shock.
Details of a Shopping Spree:
He bought bags of colorful clothes.
Almost like a true Shopaholic.
(I had to take a picture to believe my eyes… "My husband is in a DRESSING ROOM. My Husband is HAMMING it up in front of the MIRROR. My husband must be on drugs?")
The young sales lady exclaimed, "My dad would never be caught dead in any of this, he has a far more conservative style."
French Husband was tickled and threw in a pair of purplish pink pants for good measure. He bought red ones too, and mustard ones… Thank God there wasn't polka dotted ones.
The new clothes are sitting in bags on the floor of our house.
I imagine they might be there for a month of Sundays.
And he probably won't shop again until he is 100.
Who wears the pants in your family? I mean who is the shopper in your household?
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