I Was Wrong

John and I have always had certain styles. He, the more rugged outdoorsy type--me, the more froo froo dressy uppy type (yes, I make up words).
During the time John was in basic training, I began exploring the world of jewelry and higher fashion. I decided that it was okay to wear a dressier shirt to places other than church. Novel idea, I know. Anywho, I bought several new articles of clothing and accessories, and when John got back, he would make comments on how he hadn't ever seen me "so dressed up."

Don't get me wrong. I totally frump out occasionally and wear sweats with a messy bun in my hair.

Anywho, I have always been the one to explore clothing and shoe options. Not that John hasn't known how, I think he just didn't really care to be cutting edge. After all, he is completely adorable any way he dresses. :)

Things have changed, my friends.
I think I was wrong--I'm no longer the cutting edge, fancy dressing individual in our household.

John lost a lot of weight (well, clearly basic training for 13 weeks will do that to a person), and since then he has been totally celebrating his new found--or new lost--body fat percentage. He can now wear things to accentuate his muscles and show off a nice physique. And who am I to be jealous?!?

Ok, I'm a tad jealous. And I CAN be. So there.

*ahem*

He has since begun picking out amazing collared shirts, rockin' ripped jeans, vintage style jackets, and even wearing his hair in a fauxhawk--all without my help!! The man now has like 7 pairs of shoes that even make me want to weep with pride. :)
Take for example our shopping outing today. We headed over to TJ Maxx to check out what's new in their neighborhood. Love that store by the way. They've totally updated the store and it looks amazing! Ok, so we spent an hour and a half wandering around with no children (thank the Lord for Mother's Day Out!), and when we met back up, I had a shirt and a pair of pants I planned on purchasing. I was trying to be frugal and not spend all of his hard earned money on yet more clothing. Let me just say there were probably 9 more items I wanted, but I restrained myself.
John had only found socks and some workout stuff. He was clearly ready to check out, because he reminded me 2 or 3 times that we had been in the store for over an hour.
Boo.
I questioned him. "Honey, did you not find a single thing in the entire mens' department that caught your eye?"
Obviously the wrong question to ask, for the response I got was, "Well, there were these couple of things. Come look and tell me what you think."

30 minutes later...

I found myself sitting in a chair near the fitting room talking on the phone to Mom and occasionally pausing to either give him a yay or nay on his clothing choices he was modeling.
I was SO WRONG. I'm now convinced he has more style in his pinky than I do in my entire body.

And yes, as I stated above, I'm jealous.

~Mel