This past Saturday, my husband and I drove our kids to a ferry five hours away from our home to send our kids to Grandma’s house for a week over spring break. (Yay!)(Boo!)(I’m conflicted.)
After handing the kids of to Grandma and peeling them off of our legs wondering why they didn’t look back and wave goodbye wistfully, my husband and I made two stops: IKEA and Old Navy.
I’ve been to IKEA solo on past trips to the Coast but he and I hadn’t gone together in, oh, four years or so. There were some things that we needed (a storage unit for toys to replace the dilapidated (handmade)(by him)(twelve years ago)) dresser that we use in the family room for toys, and some things that were more in the “well it’s cheap and so why not?” category (yet another flower vase). We had a lot of fun wandering the show rooms, pointing out things we liked and (of course) mocking things we thought were ridiculous.
We hit up Old Navy next, partially to get some more spring clothes for our kids and partially to see if I could (finally) find a pair of jeans that I loved. Jeans that I liked, even. (I have large, muscular thighs. Jeans are not my friend.)
I found a pair that I didn’t HATE, and that my husband told me I needed to buy because he liked my butt in them. I also found a skirt and some tops that also got the thumbs up from by beloved.
I am not one of those ladies that likes to spend their weekends wandering through a mall. I will go shopping when I have a MISSION. My husband loves to accompany me on my missions because they are directed and have a purpose and, if he’s lucky, the sales associate will let him in the change room with me while I try on clothes.
As for me, I love to have him with me because he’s honest. If something doesn’t look quite right, he will tell me. And if something looks good on me, he will readily give me two thumbs up, an eyebrow raise and sometimes, a low whistle.
How is it in your home? Do you like to shop together?