So amid our weekend excitement of painting and decorating we did something else I've been wanting to do for awhile. I took Phat Daddy shopping.
If there's one thing that drives me insane about Phat Daddy (and admittedly also what drew me to him in the first place) is that he's not image obsessed. When we first met I was dating someone who was pretty much in love with his appearance. He spent a ton of money on cologne and name brand clothing and went to a high-end salon to get his hair done. He was higher maintenance than I would ever think to be.
And Phat Daddy was his friend. First of all, Phat Daddy is good looking even when he needs a haircut and if he's wearing jeans from Walmart. But I'll never forget looking at one guy who was so coiffed and growing increasingly unattractive and then seeing Phat Daddy who was relaxed and stunning and couldn't define the word "product" (as it relates to hair) if you paid him to..
But, as much as I loved him for that laid back attitude, as the years have progressed I have tried to introduce him to certain things.
First it was regular haircuts (still an ongoing argument) and hair gel. Then it was the introduction of a nicer dress shirt. I've since bought him a few suits.
But the one impasse we were still at - JEANS.
For the life of him he cannot understand why I fuss over jeans.
I have a problem spending $250 on jeans for myself. But, I do believe it's worth it to spend a little extra money to get a nicer pair of jeans that actually fits.
I'm sorry. But, sometimes Old Navy does not fit the bill.
Phat Daddy is tall. And he has a larger build. And Old Navy jeans never fit right. But they are cheap. And, for some weird reason his size is ALWAYS on the sales rack. Seriously. He can often find jeans for $10.
But, since the last pair he bought was giving him plumber's butt and made him look like he had no ass. It was not a good look.
So, I suggested jean shopping. At a store for men his size. A big and tall store. At 6'3 he's tall. He fits the bill.
I'm happy to report that Phat Daddy got himself an attractive pair of jeans. And a belt to keep those jeans up. He discovered the joy of low rise. He was not impressed when the sales guy and I teamed up and made him try on MANY pairs of jeans, and when we both made him turn around and show us how his butt looks in every.single.pair.
The Buffalo low-rise jean. There were 2 pairs we liked. He agreed to purchase one pair.
Thank goodness I have my attractive husband back with no more plumber's butt.
As for his hair ... he has until the week before the baby comes because I want him looking good in all our pictures.
I know - I'm hard to live with.