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Who Do You Think You Are, Chris Martin?

Every few years my husband decides he just has to go shopping for new clothes. Every 4 years to be exact. The fact that he needs new clothes shouldn't come as a surprise to any one but him. Seriously. The man owns exactly 4 works shirts, all identical. 4 pairs of work pants. 2 suits. Various ties (which he wears about 6 times a year.) ONE pair of jeans, 2 sweaters, 2 fleeces, 2 flannels and about 1000 T-shirts. Yes, that is his entire (winter) wardrobe. Oh, did I forget the 4 pairs of shoes (including sneakers and flip flops?)

Yeah, dude, I'd say you need to go shopping.

For the past decade it has gone something like this:

Year one:
Me: You really should get some new clothes.
Him: Yeah, I know.
Me: I'm going to get you X.
Him: Don't. I want to order it.

And he never does.

Year two:
Me: You really should get some new clothes.
Him: Yeah, I know.
Me: I'm going to get you X.
Him: Don't. I want to order it.
And he never does.

Year three:
Me: You really should get some new clothes.
Him: Yeah, I know. 
Me: I'm going to get you X.
Him: Don't. I want to order it.

And he never does.

Year four:
Him: OH MY GOD, I DON'T HAVE ANY CLOTHES. WTF AM I SUPPOSED TO WEAR? WE HAVE TO GO SHOPPING. LIKE TOMORROW. I DON'T HAVE ANY SHOES, SHIRTS, PANTS. HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN???
Me: I've been trying to tell you this for 3 years, and you are now JUST figuring this out?
Him: We are going tomorrow.
Me: Sure, I'll just drop everything so Gray and I can accompany you on you little spending spree. Watch you freak out because no jeans fit you (he's 6'4") and come home with nothing. 
Him: It's a plan. 

So, this was Sunday night. Monday morning I picked him up at work and in the span of two hours the man got a new jacket, sweater, fleece, 4 pairs of shoes, two belts, socks, hats, and even TWO new pairs of pants. Those of you with tall/ skinny partners will understand what a massive accomplishment this was.

While I expected somewhat of a successful shopping trip, what I did not expect was that I would be leaving with a made over (dare I say HOT) new husband. I don't know if it's the time he's been spending with the LM at the skate park, the fact that we live in a town full of hipsters, or that he finally started listening to me, but all of a sudden the man has sort of embraced fashion. As in he went into the day looking for skinny (err slim) jeans. And not just jeans, but awesome army green pants as well, and tailored sweaters, work boots is beautiful brown leather, and suede lace ups. He even traded in his gym sneakers for actual kicks. I hate to say it, and I'll kill you if you ever tell him, but I'm afraid the man might be dressing better than me these days. How does that happen????

 You know how men feel when their wife gets all sexed up in stilettos and a slinky dress? Dare I say I actually feel the same about my husband? As in I can't wait to take him out and show him off??? If you told me pigs were flying, at this point I'd believe just about anything. 

When we left the final store, my hubby had a big smile on his face (I'm pretty sure the repeated compliments from the gorgeous sales girl didn't hurt) and all I could say was, "who do you think you are, Chris Martin?" Hey, if that means I'm just that much closer to being Gwyneth... I'll take it. 

Hot husband brought to you by the Yummy Mummy makeover team (me and baby Gray.) Just for fun here's a gratuitous shot of my inspiration. 


The only question is..... when's the next date night???

P.S. For all you ladies out there with Hubby's with jean (length) issues, check out Lucky for a relaxed fit, and Rag and Bone for a skinny(er) fit. 



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