A Man's Perspective

This is not from a man's perspective. I would never in a million years be so naive as to believe I can understand how a man sees or understands anything. This is, however, one man's response.

Last week, I went shopping. Just on my lunch hour. I was very frugal, hitting only the 75% off rack even though there were tons and tons of purses that I really really reaaaalllllyyyy wanted to purchase. I did not purchase a purse though. I exercised self control and did not buy one. Even though I really wanted to.

I came home wearing different clothes than I had on when I'd left. I think I would have gotten away with it if I hadn't been wearing canary yellow shoes. Hubby doesn't notice a lot of things but he certainly would have noticed the shoes. And he did.

"That's not what you were wearing when you left this morning," he said when I got out of the car. It only took him a couple of minutes to come to this conclusion. THIS is yet one more reason that he needs to get a job. When he left at 5 am and didn't get home until 6 pm, I didn't have to worry about his happening. He paid much less attention then. And I really did buy a lot more stuff then too because I got away with it.

"No, it's not," I replied flatly.

"Where'd you get it? Did your mom give it to you?" Now, I could have covered my tracks here. Mom has given me a few things lately. He wouldn't have known the difference, at least for a month anyway. I did not do this though.I didn't even stretch the truth a bit and say that I'd had it for a while, which is my standard answer. It's true. I'd had it for a while. 5 hours is a while.

"No," I answered.

"So where'd you get it?" He's persistent, I've got to give him credit for that. He can sniff out my indiscretions like nobody's business when he actually notices them. We were still in the garage at this point. I'd not even been inside yet.

"I bought it." This came out as a put-upon sigh, as if he was killing me, because he was. Truly.

I explained to him that I'd stopped on my lunch hour and bought some stuff. I told him how much I'd spent, $50. He didn't completely freak out, just partially. I assured him that I'd cover the cost with my next two reimbursement checks from work. That part is true too, I will.

Now, when hubby tells people that I just went shopping, which he does a lot now, he only tells people that I bought clothes. As if I needed anymore clothes. He adds that sentiment, not me. I certainly think I need more clothes. I always think I need more clothes. He never tells them that I only spent $50. I don't think that's an exorbitant amount of money. He also doesn't tell them what I got because I don't come out looking quite bad enough if he does and he really has no idea what I actually purchased.

This is what I purchased. For $50. Remember, $50.

One dress, really for summer but suitable for winter with some tights and a cardigan, of which I have 2 that would match.

One skirt, gray linen with black trim and two cute pockets in the front. I had no skirt like this previously. It's super cute and completely suitable for work regardless of the season.

One skirt, pin striped and a kind of mermaid silhouette. Again, didn't have one like this and it's great for work no matter the season.

One pair of slacks, gray, boot cut, short length. Short length at this store means I still have to hem, I just don't have to cut off as much.Work appropriate, kind of business casual.

One purple belted tunic, split neckline. Great with the above mentioned skirts or jeans. Matches the purple heels I bought previously.

One black belted tunic, split neckline. Great with the above mentioned skirts or jeans, very versatile.

One pair of ballet flats, bright yellow with a cute self-fabric flower. I didn't have a pair of yellow shoes even though I have a yellow purse. Now I have shoes to match my purse. That just makes me happy.

Remember, $50. I think hubby should actually congratulate me on a job well done. I mean, $50...Come on!?! $50!

In lieu of his congratulations, which I'm pretty sure I'm never actually going to get.....I rock!