Yesterday my hubby insisted on buying me a pair of jeans. Insisting is probably not a strong enough word--he practically forced me. You see, he's the shopper in our family--he buys my shoes, he bought my best handbag, etc--and I've been informed many times over the years that I'm missing some critical female DNA.
Back to the jeans. The ones he picked out have bling on the back pockets. It's as though my butt is saying, "Look at me! Look at me!" It's not my style, per se, but I'll try them out because hubby likes them and because, well, I need pants. Not long ago our oldest was looking at pictures from a trip when she was 8 and she said, "You're wearing the same shirt!" Again with the fashion commentary!
I'm expecting the What Not to Wear crew to show up on my doorstep any day.
While I don't want to be the proverbial frumpy housewife, I also loathe shopping and trying on clothes, and frankly I'm not impressed with most of the latest fashions. Plus I hate--wait, HATE is too mild--spending money. (Unless it's on books. Books are like air. Can't live without them.)
What about you? Do you buy the latest and greatest? Or are you like me and have a hard time caring about clothes beyond not going in public wearing jammies?
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