I had seen him before, of course, at parties, always dressed in tuxedos, and wondered who he was. When he told me his name, I was puzzled. Clark or Errol would have been a better fit.
I tried dressing for the part, at least for a while. I could never compete with him. I love comfort too much, I guess.
When we go out, I put on my good pair of jeans. He wears suits, tie-pins and cufflinks. People keep asking if I am the babysitter. I don´t mind that much since I convinced myself that these things happen because I look so young.
Dressing for the occasion is what Hubby loves. Details count. Our christmas cards are the most stylish ones you will ever see apart from Vogue Paris editorials.
Hubby is an avid shopper for vintage. 60s suits are right up his alley. Shirts are his weakness. Vintage or custom-made would be best. When we had a big argument once, I threatened to throw his favourite 20s tuxedo shirt out of the window, he threatened to divorce me. I might have been joking, he was not.
A bad shirt is like the story of a pretty girl who is single and one day she finds herself pregnant. It´s not the end of life, but it´s serious.
His interior style is refined, classic with a twist. Flowers should be exotic and wild.
What else? Hubby is a world-class cook, and even better in arranging food. Side plates are mandatory. I remember the time when the dishwasher broke down, and I spent the better half of my day washing the dishes by hand for a year. We are still together.
His luggage of choice are leather suitcases that weigh as much as my fully packed carry-on baggage. If you know where to find a vintage wardrobe trunk, keep it to yourself. I have an unfriend-button and I won´t hesitate to use it.
This article has been approved by Hubby. No animals were harmed in the writing of it. And now let´s have a Gin-Tonic, Hubby´s drink of choice. Cheers!