. . . is shopping. How I know: this past weekend my husband said “All my shorts are worn out, let’s get some new ones.” (Note difference #1 – “let’s get some.” I have never, ever said to him, “I need some new open-toe wedge sandals, let’s go get some.”)
So we went to Target, one of his best spots for casual wear. And almost everything he wears is casual because 1) we live in Florida, and 2) he works from home. Target has a great selection of cotton, knee-length cargo shorts in the colors and sizes my DH likes. I like them too, and his tall, rangy frame looks great in long loose shorts.
|A handful of these, and he’s good for a year. That’s my guy!|
No exaggeration, ladies, we were in and out of there, groceries included, in 20 minutes. My man had four new pairs of good-looking shorts and a pair of surf trunks. He was really happy. In fact, his quote upon exiting the store was, “Well, that’ll do me for another year.” In case you didn’t notice, that quote exemplifies differences #2 through infinity between him and me with regard to shopping.
I don’t consider myself a shopping addict, nor a super-shopper, nor even a leisure-shopper. But I do enjoy the activity, and I like to add and subtract from my wardrobe regularly to create new looks. I’ll wager most of you reading this share similar tastes.
What about the men in your lives? Can they shop for a year in twenty minutes? Do you shop for, or with them? Or do they venture out and style themselves on a regular basis?