This is the year of clothes.
I did alright until I decided to get married. No one cared if my blue pants had white knees (I spent my life on my knees) and no one cared if I wore the same shirt a week at a time
Then it all changed!
Granddaughter Emily advised me that I needed a white shirt for my wedding and so for the first time in a couple decades, I own a white dress shirt.
Then Christmas came. Shar and I were alone Christmas Eve. There were three presents for her under the tree and 6 or 9 for me. They were all the same sized (which should have given me a clue).
Which reminds me of a line I heard from a new bride once, “I like him just as he is, maybe just a few minor changes.” “Minor” can have a lot of definitions.
So I opened packages and found pants and shirts and more pants and shirts. One shirt even had a neck tie, the narrowest I ever saw. It looked like a ribbon it was so narrow and to my eye looked incredibly like what I would not want to wear.
There was even a bag full of hats (Shar has a closet of hats). OK there were three. Two are OK and I will wear, the 3rd is going to have to go back to whoever thought it up. I don’t mind hats that have a lot of wear and character, but I want the character to be from use and even abuse and not from some factory on the other side of the planet.
Any way, I am well dressed, with more new clothes than I have bought myself for a long long time.
What did I buy her?
I admit it wasn’t terribly romantic, but I bought her a Ipad Air2; Gold; 64; WiFi. Not sure it was terribly romantic, but she likes it!