My wife likes to shop even less than I do, so when I absolutely have to buy new clothes, I do it.
We don’t spend a lot of time at the mall in my family.
I know that I’m fashion-blind (the extent of my knowledge is that any given pair of jeans goes with any given flannel), and were I married, I wouldn’t at all mind my wife choosing what looks good. But pants sizes are variable enough, even given the numbers on the label, that I wouldn’t want her buying pants for me without me trying them on.
When I married him my husband’s “wardrobe” consisted of several pairs of blue jeans and various T-shirts (many of which were advertising freebies) and his “dress” clothing all of which had been gifts.
I can’t even imagine the horrors my wife would find for me to wear should she do my clothes shopping. TBH, I’m happy when she tells me she’s going shopping with someone, it lowers the odd of her coming back with something bizarre, even if she does end up buying more than she would if she went alone.
I don’t particularly enjoy shopping, but I can’t really understand how someone would rather avoid it than control how they present themselves to the world.
When I was single, I would buy clothes and then wear them until they were worn out. And I mean really worn out. I’d also get some clothes from my mom as Christmas presents. So that means that it would be several years between my clothes shopping trips, whereas my wife thinks that shopping for clothes should happen every week or two.
Sorry, was away for an extended weekend.
He is 32. I don’t think this is an age thing.
(Though now I am wondering if my posting style sounds old. I may have to incorporate some of those new-fangled colloquialisms.)
I don’t think it is an age thing. It could be somewhat linked, because older couples are the more likely to have a “traditional” division-of-labour approach.
In my case, my wife buying clothes just makes sense: she has more opportunity to do so, as I often work very long hours. When she was working at a professional type job herself, we each bought our own.
On the odd occasion, I’ll go with my wife to stores, and she’ll see something and say that might look nice on you. Alright, I say, and I buy it. Sometimes I try it on first, but not always. I don’t care about clothes, and I’m too tired to even think about it. She hates shopping, but she’s smart with clothes, and so this sort of quick, surgical clothing strike system gets us both what we want with minimum time and fuss.
I buy all my own clothes. My wife doesn’t even know what size I wear in anything, unless it’s S-M-L (I’m an M). Maybe once every couple years I’ll ask her to pick up some more underwear the next time she’s in Kohl’s, but I have to tell her the brand/style/cut/size. I know what I like and what fits right, so generally I just get my own stuff.
I even shop for her, without her there. I get it right about 95% of the time. I know her sizes and what I like to see her in, so if I’m walking through the mall or in a store and something catches my eye that I think would look good on her, I get it. I’ll also occasionally tell her it’s time to retire this or that top to clear some room on her side of the closet.