I was running low on inspiration and decided to settle on flat out copying some article I'd read on Facebook when I was procrastinating a uni assessment.
The lady who wrote it waxed lyrically about the reasoning behind her husband's clothing choices for her.
Why he chose them. What the clothing meant to him, what the choices meant to her.
Why the fuck not, hey?
So it went a little something like this:
J: I need you to pick my outfits for a week
P: what the fuck? Why? Are you a child?
J: No, I'm going to write about it on my blog.
P: you're so weird. Do I have to dress you too?
After assuring him I am capable of dressing myself for the week, he agrees to start the next day.
It's true. Getting your husband to choose your clothing for a week can teach you a lot of things. For example, I have learned my husband really does not give a shit what I'm wearing or how I look.
I present exhibit A
This is the outfit he gave me. Yes, this is his favourite shorts. His favourite shirt. His favourite hoody.
Apparently I am set for the week.
He is most disappointed when I tell him I need to wear my own damn clothing.
Picks out some clothes.
Because "they were there"
Experiment is going well so far.
Day 2 and 3 leave me to fend for myself in my clothes dressing decisions because he is running out the door to work and "just whatever you wore yesterday, I don't have time!"
Day 4 I tell him again, it's time to choose my outfit.
He complains, throws some stuff my general direction.
I ask for why.
"Because its right there"
I tell him No! You're meant to be thinking about this. You're meant to pick things that I love, or that you love seeing me in! Things that make me happy that maybe I don't wear enough because I'm self conscious or it's not the right place. Things you love seeing me in because I look so damn beautiful in it I fucking radiate happiness.
He says "fine".
My wedding dress.
And amidst the tears of laughter because imagine doing my grocery shopping at Aldi in my freaking wedding dress, I realise that no matter how tough he acts, he's romantic deep down.
Because what is more romantic than wanting nothing more than to see your wife, happy and feeling beautiful, in her wedding dress.
Don't answer; it's rhetorical. The answer is not a lot.
By the way, I know why he chose those shorts. My butt looked great.