Final words on letting him pick out your outfit
Last week I had the insane idea of letting the boyfriend pick out my outfits for five days. And no, I hadn’t lost my mind when I decided this. It started off as a way to punish him for always complaining that girls take too much time getting ready. The idea was: ‘Well, if you think you can do it better. Try it yourself. You get me ready’. And this is what happened.
Me: Ohnooo… what was I thinking. I’ll have to go to work looking like a baboon.
(later)
It wasn’t so bad. He made two picks. The first however had a serious butt crack risk and he finally went for more decent outfit. I have to say though that he does have a talent for color blocking when going for the first pick.
The boyfriend is actually getting me dressed faster. So he’s not doing too bad. He also gets I’m all about the flashy colors. Ugh… Thank God.
He started to complain that it’s too hard but… Finally! A skirt. I was beginning to think that I’d have to wear pants the whole week. I wasn’t to sure about the yellow cardigan, but the skirt alone made up for plenty.
He’s decided to start naming his outfits. Aren’t we getting a little cocky here? He’s not that good at it either. But he did blow me away with this outfit. Is he actually getting better at this? I spent countless times just staring in my closet and not coming up with anything. He just went in, picked something and went back to surfing the internet.
A safe outfit. But then again: He spent the night before nagging about how hard it was and how all his ideas were up. Guess I should be happy he didn’t just give up. He also earned points by putting the outfits together the night before. I really have to start doing the same.
The boyfriend completely surprised me with his outfits last week. I even had people at work following up on his outfits. Quoting one of them: ‘You’re lucky he’s actually good as this, because I would’ve probably dressed you like a christmas tree’. And yes, that was what I expected at the start of the challenge. But there wasn’t a day I completely hated the outfit he picked.
He, of course, is glowing with pride and that’s just my way of saying that he’s being cocky about it. ‘I know how to dress my woman’- type of cocky. Will he ever do this again? Probably not. Will I keep whining for him to do a sequel? Most definitely!
