He hates most of my clothes.
He's really nice about it...it took me a good four years of marriage to even figure it out. But we have vastly different tastes when it comes to women's clothing. When I first discovered that he never liked anything I wore I asked him to give me an example of someone who dresses the way he likes. He named a woman from our church who is A. over 50 and B. a grandmother. Granted, she is a fairly stylish grandmother, but really??
So I was fairly shocked yesterday morning when I was getting ready and he said, "That looks nice."
|Tunic- eShakti, Skirt- old, Shoes- Target, Cuff- Bahamian street vendor|
STOP THE PRESSES. Clearly, we had to document this for posterity. He even busted out the wide angle lens. That is some serious shiz right there.
|This looks almost exactly like my senior photos. Except my hair was like a foot longer. And I was probably standing up straight.|
I don't know what was so special about a yellow top and a dark gray skirt but, golldurnit, my husband liked it. And that's what matters.
|This is what happens when Aaron isn't telling me how to pose.|