Would You Ever Steal From the Man in Your Life?
I do, and it’s highly recommended.
Good grief, not money!! But every once in a while you should take a look through his closet to see what you can take.
My most recent journey into his sacred space produced the perfect hat. Howard had gotten this Arnold Trilby hat by Kangol earlier in the summer, thinking he would wear it when he walked the dog.
He didn’t and still doesn’t.
So I popped it on my head . . . and I knew, just knew, I had found MY perfect hat. The best part is he was totally okay with it.
I’ve been known to take ties, jackets, scarves and even more importantly, ideas. You see, my husband is the shopper in the family. His idea of fun is to spend hours with his iPad searching for the perfect pair of jeans or shoes, and I rely on his investigative skills to fill me in on what I should and shouldn’t be wearing right now.
Me? I’d rather empty the dishwasher.
My favorite pieces were all gifts from Howard, including (and especially) my black leather motorcycle jacket (so cool, so soft, so totally perfect), which is something every woman (even us FOFs!) should have and wear with just about everything.
There are things my husband owns that I truly covet: his Belstaff jacket, for example, and his Nudie Jeans. I can’t steal them because they just don’t fit. But, I CAN be inspired by his exquisite fashion sense.
I know women who wear their husbands’ vests and neck ties with a crisp white shirt and a great pair of jeans for a very sexy look. And just yesterday someone told me she steals her boyfriend’s socks whenever he’s not looking.
I think my husband gets a kick out of seeing me wear something of his. Howard told me last week after I returned a scarf I had borrowed (which I had also knitted) that he loved how he could still smell my perfume (Jill Sander Woman III) lingering on the scarf. Nice.
Sharing clothes is a lovely thing to do, for sure. He just better not start looking through MY closet. That’s where I draw the line.