I don’t know how it happened, but somewhere along the way, I became the person who buys clothes for her husband.
The only thing he willingly shops for himself are ties. For everything else, he’ll put in a “request”.
“I really need some new undershirts.”
“Do they sell socks that would match these pants?”
“These shorts are getting pretty worn out.”
And then I say, “Do you want me to get some for you?”
Mr. French: “Oh, man. Would you? That would be awesome.”
Like it was my idea.
Thankfully, he only buys clothes when he really needs to, which is not very often.
I think the last time we bought summer clothes was the last time we lived down here. And if you’re counting, that would be 5-6 years ago.
I actually don’t mind. I always assume I’ll be returning at least some of it. Plus, it beats taking the whole family.
The other day I emailed him a picture from the store:
Me: Do you have a shirt that looks like this?
Mr. F: Yeah, I think I do.
Me: I thought so. Men’s clothes all look the same.
Mr. French, while trying on some shirts I’d bought: I don’t know if this looks right. I don’t understand why women think this is fun? Who would do this for fun?
Me: I have no idea who would buy men’s clothes for fun.