The husband and I spar over many issues but luckily, clothes isn’t one of them. The days leading up to the marriage were littered with love messages and gifts. He had a unique way of sending pictures (hard copies) with personal notes written behind them. I treasured them and have saved those pictures. The gifts of the chocolate and flowers kind were most welcome but those of the apparel kind were looked at with apprehension. Of course, I could not tell him that I did not really like the Mickey Mouse Tee that he had bought for me fondly at the Disney Theme Park in the US. Nothing against the Disney characters but I thought only kids wore them. Besides, I really wasn’t much into printed T-shirts. Solids were more my thing. But, it was the thought that counted. Hence, I wore that Tee with élan. Of course, later printed tops and tees grew on me especially the abstract patterns but cartoons, nah!
Some of the colors he bought initially stunned me. For me my favorite colors were blue and BLUE. Yes, pretty much that was about it. So much so that my mother was frightened that I would pick up a blue lehenga for my wedding. It is another story that I chose most of the other saris in my trousseau in blue, and the reception saree was blue. Welcome hubby and he bought me vibrant reds, oranges, yellows, purples and all the pretty colors you can think of. Initially, I resisted. I felt they were too bright, screaming for attention. But slowly, they started growing on me. In fact, yellow is a favorite color of mine now. I have many clothes in mustard, which is a favorite shade.
As much as the husband loved colors on me, he had the most boring wardrobe for himself. Shirts in different patterns of checks and stripes, and Tees that were mostly in black, white, gray and the shades in between. I have hated gray always. It took a lot of cajoling and threats of burnt food that made him venture into the reds, cyans, teals and lemons for his T-shirts. I shed happy tears when he actually bought a dark magenta shirt with beige trousers. He looked really handsome in them too. Today, he experiments (selectively). Oh, the checks and stripes are still there, but they are in pleasant colors. Colors look good on men; why don’t they wear them often enough?
Hence, we have managed to influence and modify each other’s wardrobes without actually buying clothes for each other. That is a cardinal rule in our marriage. We don’t buy clothes for each other, but we offer generous critique to completely steamroll our choices in. 🙂
Do you buy clothes for your partner/spouse/significant other? What is your experience?
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