I braced myself for the worst as my husband and I headed to pick out outfits Wednesday night. I thought so much about the clothes I hadn't gotten to wear that week — a new pair of sneakers, still sitting in their box; a denim sheath dress I knew he wouldn't like. I felt totally out of control. I had also been wearing heels all week, and that's something I never do. But my husband seemed to not so subtly be sending me a message to step up my game, and Thursday was no different.
We were attending a gallery opening together after work, and he was eager to dress me for the occasion. "Where are your work dresses?" he asked. I pointed and he swiped through the racks, shaking his head (not totally excited with the selection of covered-up, office-appropriate options). Finally, he plucked a leather fit-and-flare dress from the racks with a triumphant smile and threw in my favorite Tibi sandals and Céline bag again for good measure. He did, however, suggest I mix up my jewelry and traded my armful of bangles for a hammered metal cuff. I didn't even realize he was paying such close attention. I seem to have underestimated him.
