He dresses wonderfully and I am so glad. Perhaps this is one of the ways in which my shallowness shows up, but I am in love with a well-dressed man. He comes home in the winters in nicely buttoned down shirts and in the summers in these cute little polo shirts that look so sweet on him…I never have to say a thing.
As for my clothes, he never tells me what to wear or not to wear, but if he says something looks particularly nice on me, sure, I’ll buy more of that. he thinks capris look good on me, with long legs - so I plan to buy some more. But these are suggestions.
My husband’s not in IT, but close enough. We just generally accept that his wardrobe consists of adult Garanimals, and go from there. I buy 95% of his clothes, and he trusts me not to go outside his comfort zone of Dockers or Docker-type pants and solid-color polos and solid long-sleeve button-downs for winter. I don’t think he owns a print or patterned shirt. Everything he owns is cotton because I do the laundry and I make the rules.
We each have veto power, but I don’t recall either of us ever using it. If I see something in a store I think he might like and he shakes his head, I put it back on the rack immediately. When I say I don’t like something, I fucking well mean it, and I expect the same consideration. “Oh, just try it on! What could it hurt? You might just look good in baby-poop green!” :rolleyes:
I don’t have a problem with my boyfriend’s style, but I’m constantly trying to get him to try out a broader range of colors.
His wardrobe consists entirely of shades of brown and green. Given the fact he also likes shirts and jackets with little military-esque touches, The Boyfriend always looks like a communist freedom fighter about to launch a one-man spontaneous revolution.
I’m constantly asking him to choose between two outfits or two shirts or different pairs of shoes which probably puts him in Panic Mode… but when he makes his choice, I always go along with it.
She consults with me and values my opinion on what she is wearing. She also consults with me whenever she’s buying something; it’s a given that if we go to a mall or whatever, she will want me to give my opinion on clothes. This also extends to such things as new glasses. She says that I am “the one that has to look at her”, so it’s logical to take my opinion into account.
Prince Charming works in IT and usually wears black or blue jeans and either a t-shirt or a polo shirt. If there is a stain or large rip that he hasn’t noticed and I point it out he will change. I do bug him to throw out his ripped underpants but he doesn’t like to–is this a common thing with guys? You’d think I was asking him to throw out a couple of $100 bills. I wish his everyday dress was nicer but since it’s more important to me than to him it’d become something I had to maintain, and probably a power struggle besides so it’s not worth it. He does dress up for special occasions, which I appreciate.
The only time I’ve shopped for his clothes was when he forgot something on a business trip. I found some shirts that would look ok, or at least not terrible–his coloring is tricky. I called him for an opinion on my choices but even if I hadn’t he’d probably have been fine with them.
As for how I dress, he will sometimes compliment me on how I look in this or that but otherwise doesn’t volunteer an opinion.
My husband is mostly a t-shirt & jeans type of guy, which is fine with me. If we’re dressing up, he’ll ask me for help since he doesn’t always know what to wear, like if something’s not nice enough or even too dressy.
I’ll mostly ask him if I can’t decide between two things I’m thinking of buying, he’s good at figuring out which one I’ll wear more often. So we don’t really dictate how the other one dresses, but we both have some amount of “say”.
I’ve only gotten my husband clothing once. He really liked it, but I rarely remember to get him any. If he asks for my opinion on something, I’ll give it, but I wouldn’t tell him what to wear unless we were going somewhere that had a dress code and I knew but he didn’t.
He’ll occasionally comment on my clothes - he’ll tell me if something looks a little snug, to which I try to respond with a “Thank you,” instead of “Am I getting fat?” Today, though, he said, “Wow, I’m glad you’re finally wearing something that shows off your curves. Will you wear that again soon?” I didn’t realize I’d been dressing so frumpy and I’m glad he said something. I need new tops soon anyway; I’ll try to find something a little less dowdy.
This is the same as me and my husband! It pisses me off something awful to clothes-shop, and then when I do find a respectable item, it costs way more than I think it should so I don’t want it. Years of thrift-shopping my clothes have no doubt skewed my perspective, but IMO, clothing manufacturers are still reaming us.
He shrugs and says, “You’ll wear it the rest of your life.”
My last husband did sometimes say my skirts were too short, but if I asked his opinion about them, he would always decide they were okay. I think he’d have felt like too much of an asshole if he’d forbidden them. Or maybe he knew it wouldn’t work.
I also bite my tongue now and again, even if I disapprove - hey, you’re a grownup!
I admit that I do believe that a man’s pants should cover his socks when he’s standing up, and have expressed my opinion on this issue a number of times.
My husband is a clothes horse and cares way more about clothing and shoes than I do. The only time we “dress” each other is when one of us is more aware of what is appropriate for the occasion than the other - a work function, for instance. He tends to dress up and I tend to dress down, so we usually try to meet in the middle.
Oddly enough, I love buying him clothes but hate buying them for myself - probably because he is flash and confident enough to wear great stuff where I have that middle-aged potato-woman thing going right now.
If we have to dress up, I pick his outfits. Almost always at his request. Other than that he mostly wears what he wants. There are a few things I’ve asked him not to wear in public because they are too tight or otherwise encourage other guys to check him out. I’m kind of the jealous type and it happens enough without extra encouragement.
I generally have to encourage him to wear something a little nicer than he’d planned for his family events, but other than that we’re each responsible for our own clothes and happy that way.
I will admit to once committing the cardinal sin of throwing out a shirt that was little more than a dozen threads held together by a collar and a hem. Apparently it was his lucky diving shirt. I have never done that again.
My hubby works in IT, too. . .sigh.
Sometimes, my phone will ring at 7AM, and it’ll be him calling me from out of town to ask if his burgundy-colored polo shirt will go with his khakis. He truly has no clue.
He likes to buy his clothes at second-hand stores, which I have no problem with. But sometimes he’ll do it when I’m not with him. I’ll be doing his laundry, get a shirt out of his travel bag that is truly hideous, and say to him “You are never allowed to wear this when we are in public together!”
OTOH, I have a couple of dresses that I love because they’re so comfy, but he despises them because they’re ‘frumpy’. So when he’s going to be home, I just don’t wear them.
It’s not a matter of controlling one another’s wardrobe, more a matter of hey, a lot of stuff just isn’t worth arguing over.
I buy Mr. Levins shirts for his birthday and Christmas; he knows I prefer him in brighter/darker colors (left to his own devices, he always wears pale blues/yellows/etc) so over the 3 years we’ve been together, I’ve gradually changed his color choices. He looks really good in a darker brighter blue, and black, and dark gray…but it took me buying him shirts in those shades to prove it to him.
Other than his color palette, which as I said is a little pale for my tastes, he always dresses well. No makeover needed. (My ex used to live in bright Hawaiian print shirts, which are fun on weekends but not all…the…damn…time.)
He doesn’t approve of me going out without a bra on, even though he can’t actually tell when I have one on or not, which I find amusing. And some of my very low-cut shirts cause him to laugh and shake his head, like “Really babe?” But he’s never “taken a stand” on it. Probably because he knows better. It would never occur to him to buy me clothes or tell me what to wear; he says I always look good. (Smart man.)
I have often said that if the husband’s place of work didn’t give him shirts, he’d be naked.
He’s a jean and tshirt guy.
I will mention if the occasion is “no jeans” (if we’re having dinner with my father and the stepmonster at their golf club, for example) but other than that I leave him be. He often asks “is this okay?” The other day I said “you don’t care if it is or not, so why ask?” He agreed
He’s great at suits, though. Even buys new shirts and gets the collars altered. (he has declared that he will no longer wear a tie to any occasion, so he gets his dress shirts altered to a mandarin-style collar)
I don’t really have any say in how he dresses, though he has bought a couple of colored shirts at my request. He’s never worn anything that I’ve had any reason to object to. He also doesn’t get to decide what I wear. I appreciate his honest opinion and would certainly consider any objections he has, but it’s never come up. Frankly, he isn’t much help at all since he cares even less about clothes than I do. “You always look cute” is sweet, but not much help when I’m looking for feedback.
He looks really good in a darker brighter blue, and black, and dark gray…but it took me buying him shirts in those shades to prove it to him.