A few months ago, Lover caught glimpse of my bulging, gluttonous closet & told me that he thinks I might have a slight problem; he may have even hinted an addiction. Of course, I objected to this & told him that I could refrain from buying anything until my birthday (which is in September) & that I could do it willingly, at that! He accepted my challenge & so it began. Everything that included clothes & beautification would be illegal: shoes, panties, shirts & shorts, jewelry, makeup. I was doing quite well until this past weekend.
Not only did I purchase some things from Trendy Blanks, but I went on a mini shopping rampage. It couldn’t have been helped; Lover’s family came out from Utah, & we took them to the shops around Old Town. How could we not get a little something? Surprisingly, it wasn’t me that needed to be held back from buying, but Lover. He was pulling things off the rack exclaiming, “Ohh, babe; what about this? Okay… this one, what about this one? Honey! This color would look so nice on you! Hold it up to you; what do you think? Okay, we’re getting it!”
He persuaded me to buy just 3 things: a shirt, a vest that Lover picked out, & a bag.
Parisian shirt & yellow vest, from Forever21; jeans, from Gossip; shoes, from Ross; bag, from H&M.
By the time the shopping was done, having spent more than several hours of indulgence in crowded stores, Lover was understandably exhausted, while I was going into a clothes/shopping coma. It was this weekend that I truly realized how much I loathe shopping. In fact, I’m fine with never shopping again; unless it’s online shopping, of course.
I also realized that I am pretty firm on my likes & dislikes when it comes to my personal style. While in Forever21, Lover was selecting items for me, but I declined practically every suggestion. He would pick out the brightest, most seemingly obnoxious colors; forest greens, cherry reds, neon blues & eggplant purples. It’s not that I don’t like these colors, I just prefer them to be more subtly done & not so in your face.
My poor, little Fashion Conscious husband in training. He seemed so crestfallen at my rejections. I would insist that it’s not that I don’t like what he’s picking out because he is picking it; I’m just not one for loud & dramatic colors. I prefer monochromes, nudes & neutrals; natural & earthy colors. Apparently, Lover would rather see me in sporadic prints & vivacious hues because they go against my skin tone so beautifully. I can’t disagree with that, but then again, I can’t agree enough to wear them. The vest is exempt because it’s not so terribly yellow that I feel like a walking street sign.
Bless my husband’s heart for trying to help.