A couple weeks ago, I asked Brandon: “Do you want to do something for my blog?”
“Maybe…” he said. I could understand his apprehension, sometimes I have wacky ideas.
“Want to pick out my clothes for a week? It’ll be fun!”
Well… that was easy.
That night Brandon meandered into our closet and started sifting through my clothes. Mind you, I hardly ever wear the clothes that are hanging up, mostly because they are old work clothes, things that don’t fit, or winter clothes. To be funny, he grabbed a pair of pants two sizes too big and a vest. I vetoed that.
I actually vetoed a lot of things… subtly. I followed him around while he chose clothes saying things like “the weather is supposed to be cooler tomorrow” and “um… that doesn’t fit.” You know, gotta keep him in check.
But hey, he chose the outfits, and I wore them!
It started out good. My favorite shorts, the only ones that fit me properly now that I’ve lost weight, and a tank top. Easy enough! Except the tank top was at the bottom of my drawer and for good reason – way too tight. He actually chose this outfit a couple days before I ended up wearing it because it was too cold, so we postponed for better weather.
Oh, and I let him choose my underwear that day. Bad idea.
This is his “I’m being funny” outfit. He dug out these old green capris I’ve had for years and years – but hey, they fit – and chose a shirt from my workout/pajama drawer. He didn’t think I’d wear it but I proved him wrong. While I complained all day about being frumpy (I like to be a little more presentable), I have to say the outfit was comfy for the rainy day we were having. You win, Brando.
Brandon was feeling stressed and uninspired, so he grabbed a shirt and told me to choose whatever bottoms. I got some jeans because it was raining. Nice, easy outfit. Typical Chantal wear, I suppose!
Ah, the day Brandon was waiting for. He has been DYING for me to wear this skirt. I’ve worn it once and he hasn’t forgotten. I just don’t usually do skirts, and not skirts that go above my knees. Still have those tomboy roots. Brandon thinks I should have long, wavy hair, and wear mini-skirts all day. Yeah, ok.
So I let him choose this and I wore it. He smiled all day. It wasn’t actually too bad. But don’t tell him that.
He told me to pose sexy. So I did. 😉
My shorts made a reappearance with a nice white tank top. By the way, I can’t wear white. You can’t tell, but I already stained it by the time this photo was taken. This was another outfit you’d probably see me wearing usually.
Another skirt, one that I’ve never actually worn before. Yeah, I buy things and don’t wear them… to appease Brandon. He chose the skirt to go with. This isn’t my favorite outfit, but it could be worse! This photo was taken after a long day, so I look like a mess.
It wasn’t as bad as I expected! I was expecting mis-matched outfits, skirts every day… you know, stuff I wouldn’t wear normally. But he respected me and kept along my lines, but still had fun choosing outfits.
My opinion? Brandon does a good job dressing me! And I need to go through my drawers to get rid of stuff that doesn’t fit or that I won’t wear. Why should I be so worried about what he’s going to pick? I should only have clothes that I want to wear!