It’s in the jeans…

Finally managed to talk husband into buying new jeans. He’s only had the last lot for 10 years…so actually I’ve done quite well getting him to agree to a wardrobe update so soon! He declared he needed a couple of pairs in total. I declared he needed a few pairs for ‘every day’ and a few pairs for ‘going out’. Eyes were rolled…

I hit the shopping centre with a look of steel in my eyes. He hit the shopping centre with a look of fear in his eyes. Knew there was limited time before he refused to drop his trousers anymore, so quickly headed to first shop. Husband veered towards comfort fit, I veered towards slim fit. A stalemate – we compromised and met at straight fit.

I selected several in the same size…but different brands. He selected one and declared that all jeans of the same size would fit the same…regardless of brand. Oh dear, how little he knows about clothes shopping. I managed to force another pair into his hands, as he rushed passed me into the changing rooms with his solitary pair.

So – two pairs of the same size, but different brands, had made it in. First pair made him speak with a squeaky voice, second pair needed braces to keep them up. My point was made. He agreed to try on all of my selection…

ONE pair out of the six he’d taken in was deemed acceptable – by me. Left to his own devices he’d have bought the first pair that vaguely fitted, then legged it.

Went on to next – and final – shop; remember there’s a very small window of opportunity before boredom sets in.  However,  something strange seemed to happen between first and second shop – husband suddenly got into swing of things and started picking up jeans with gay abandon. AND willingly trying them all on. AND announcing he wanted to buy them…ALL!

We staggered to the till and watched helplessly as the young shop assistant scrunched them up and forced them into a bag far too small. The restraint on my part required not to pull them all out and re-pack them was immeasurable. I waited until we’d walked away from the till – then did it.

So, a successful outcome all round. A wardrobe brimming with up-to-date jeans.

Now all I need to do is persuade him to throw out all the old ones…