Y'all must have really well-trained husbands to be able to worry about how they're dressed! That's way down the list around here. I even let Paul wear his polo shirt with the various trout on it until he decided it was through. Not a word escaped my lips. Nor did I say anything about the purple denim shorts. I guess I'm a slacker wife. I've got enough trouble trying to keep the little boys clothed =]

The Husbandlet is sartorially clueless. He decided in high school that if he dressed entirely in T-shirts and jeans, he could never clash, and he has a violent antipathy to ties. We had a heated and (for me) distressing discussion of the difference between suits and tuxedos right before our wedding. However, I think we reached a bit of a breakthrough recently when the whole job interview thing came up. He is now the proud possessor of a good suit, and he even voluntarily purchased a lovely shirt to go with it--by himself!--and accompanied me to mull over matching ties at length. For the most part, though, I have adapted to his fashion sense and he has resigned himself to my shoe addiction.