As a woman admittedly preoccupied with fashion
for as long as I can remember, surrendering a week of outfits to my
husband's whims for a styling experiment sounded like torture. Let me
preface this by saying that my husband, Thomas, is pretty stylish. He
grew up with a fashion-savvy mother and two sisters, so he really does
get fashion, or at the very least, has been exposed to great style for
much of his life. Add to that that we've been together for 11 years, so
he knows me and my taste.
Still, like most men he has some strong feelings about what he thinks I should be wearing and most of the time it skews a whole lot sexier than I'm comfortable with. I assumed inappropriately tight silhouettes and revealing necklines would feature prominently in the week to come, and I immediately resolved to wear a sign at the office with the disclaimer: "My husband dressed me today." Read on to see how the week evolved with my husband playing stylist
![Slide 1 of 7: <p>As a woman admittedly <a href="https://www.popsugar.com/fashion/Things-Fashion-Girls-Do-34813847">preoccupied with fashion</a> for as long as I can remember, surrendering a week of outfits to my husband's whims for a styling experiment sounded like torture. Let me preface this by saying that my husband, Thomas, is pretty stylish. He grew up with a fashion-savvy mother and two sisters, so he really does get fashion, or at the very least, has been exposed to great style for much of his life. Add to that that we've been together for 11 years, so he knows me and my taste.</p><p>Still, like most men he has some strong feelings about what he thinks I should be wearing and most of the time it skews a whole lot sexier than I'm comfortable with. I assumed inappropriately tight silhouettes and revealing necklines would feature prominently in the week to come, and I immediately resolved to wear a sign at the office with the disclaimer: "My husband dressed me today." Read on to see how the week evolved with my husband playing stylist.</p>]({"default":"//img-s-msn-com.akamaized.net/tenant/amp/entityid/AAqVlxw.img?h=373&w=624&m=6&q=60&o=f&l=f&x=496&y=147"} "As a woman admittedly preoccupied with fashion for as long as I can remember, surrendering a week of... - POPSUGAR Photography / Grace Hitchcock")
Still, like most men he has some strong feelings about what he thinks I should be wearing and most of the time it skews a whole lot sexier than I'm comfortable with. I assumed inappropriately tight silhouettes and revealing necklines would feature prominently in the week to come, and I immediately resolved to wear a sign at the office with the disclaimer: "My husband dressed me today." Read on to see how the week evolved with my husband playing stylist
I awoke Monday morning before
my alarm - something that never happens for this habitual snoozer. The
anxiety was already kicking in, and I wanted to give myself plenty of
time to settle into the outfit my husband had chosen.
To keep things efficient, we "shopped" my closet the night before. The first thing he asked me: "Where are all of your high-waisted bell-bottom things?" I tried my best to keep my poker face, but inside I was giddy that I would get to wear my flares. Not so fast, Hannah. Once I pointed to the shelf where they were folded, he replied, "Perfect, now I know what section to avoid all week."
Instead of my beloved bell-bottoms, he pulled a silk Tibi jumper - OK, a look I also love. He also reached for a favorite pair of shoes, also from Tibi, before looking for my approval: "These go together, right?" (Right, as if I really had a say in all this.) "I've seen you wear them together." I was impressed but tried to keep my reaction in check. I was afraid a reaction too dramatic in either direction would cause him to change course. Best to stay calm as he delivered the final touch, a white blazer from Zara that I hadn't worn in at least a year. "I know you like to wear your leather jacket with this look," he said, "but you have a meeting today, and blazers are better for meetings." Noted.
To keep things efficient, we "shopped" my closet the night before. The first thing he asked me: "Where are all of your high-waisted bell-bottom things?" I tried my best to keep my poker face, but inside I was giddy that I would get to wear my flares. Not so fast, Hannah. Once I pointed to the shelf where they were folded, he replied, "Perfect, now I know what section to avoid all week."
Instead of my beloved bell-bottoms, he pulled a silk Tibi jumper - OK, a look I also love. He also reached for a favorite pair of shoes, also from Tibi, before looking for my approval: "These go together, right?" (Right, as if I really had a say in all this.) "I've seen you wear them together." I was impressed but tried to keep my reaction in check. I was afraid a reaction too dramatic in either direction would cause him to change course. Best to stay calm as he delivered the final touch, a white blazer from Zara that I hadn't worn in at least a year. "I know you like to wear your leather jacket with this look," he said, "but you have a meeting today, and blazers are better for meetings." Noted.
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