I didn’t get the memo that Hell was freezing over today, but it did, people. I swear. It did.
I know this because McH went shopping with me this morning. Willingly. For clothes. For him.
Not only did he willingly go shopping with me to buy clothes for him, he went with the express purpose of buying fashionable clothes. You know, perhaps the kind a wealthy, fictitious vampire would wear (though wealthy, fictitious vampires probably don’t shop at Khols with a 15% off shopping pass during Power Hours): gray sweater, maybe layered over a white oxford shirt, with jeans that look like . . . well . . . that look a little more stylish than his normal fare.
But I suppose you don’t know. Because you don’t know that the man has two basic outfits*: khakis and a polo for work, jeans and a t-shirt for the rest of the time. It’s a good day when I can get him out of the house without a logo on his t-shirt.
Oh, I guess there is a third outfit: the suit for church.
Very simple wardrobe he has. I’ve tried in the past to buy him sweaters, to buy him shirts that have long sleeves, to buy him clothes with just a smidge more flair; but he won’t wear them.
But the clothes we got to today? First? Smoking hot on him. Second? He said he can see himself wearing them for more than just the party next weekend. Third? he picked out the exact sweater I would have bought when I went shopping by myself yesterday, but didn’t buy because I figured he’d never wear it.
Hell froze over. No doubt about it.
Now I need to make an appointment with a photographer to get some decent pictures of the two of us. You know, since he finally has some decent clothes.
And George, if you’re out there . . .
*Just for purposes of clarity, he has more than one of each of these outfits. You know, more than one pair of khakis, more than one polo, more than one pair of jeans, and, holy crap! More than one t-shirt.