Red Handed

Shopping BagsI love my husband. I love him for reasons far too numerous to even attempt to list. One of the many things that I love about him is that he notices things…when I get my hair done, when I try a new lip color, when I am wearing something new. Interestingly enough, this thing that I love about him is also the thing that drives me crazy about him. He notices things…like when I am wearing something new. Every. Blessed. Time. I suppose that it goes without saying that this endearing little quality of his gets me in trouble on a fairly regular basis, because if I am wearing something new, I bought something new. Again.

I have often wondered if I would prefer a completely oblivious mate, and therefore shopping without immediate repercussions, but have settled on no…the trade off is worth it. Until this week, that is. This week, his skills escalated to a level that I didn’t believe possible. Imagine, if you will…we are in bed, reading, chatting, catching up after a long day. Suddenly, he looks up…”Do you smell that?” he asks. “Smell What?” I reply. “It smells like new shoes” he concludes, and looks straight at me.

I have been caught red handed. The beautiful new Jeffrey Campbell Boots that arrived this afternoon and were immediately stashed in the back of my closet have been sniffed out. It is official…my husband can now smell when I go shopping. Awesome.


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Comments

  1. Tonya says:

    You, my love, are hilarious. I can just picture that exchange :) Mine doesn’t notice if I quickly take the stuff out of the bags and rip the tags off.

  2. Pajamadeen says:

    Ohmigawd! That’s the most incredible story I’ve ever heard, of one’s spouse being literally able to sniff out new clothes. There’s no hope for you. You’ll have to be content admiring fashion from afar, by wearing only thrift shop attire. No, that won’t work either: You won’t smell like you and Big Elf will notice that, too! Spray the room thickly with Lysol (gag) after buying new clothes? Overwhelmingly scented plug-in room fragrances? Tell bald-faced lies? (No, don’t recommend that one. It gets too complicated, trying to remember which person you told which lie too.) At any rate, good luck (and happy shopping! Tell your hubby that I think you have an awesome fashion sense. He _could_ have married someone who only wore Wal-Mart sweats but, no, he choose you. So he’ll have to live with the consequences :-)

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