If you’ve read my blogpost, The Praying Cat & Moore, you’ll find this story as a followup to my husbands eye surgery six weeks ago. I could lovingly nickname him Calvin or Ralph, but I”ll let you be the judge of that.

One morning last week as he was getting out of the shower, I happened to be dressed and ready to drive him to his eye appointment and he looked down at my attire and asked … “Are you wearing THAT?” Well, indeed, yes, I am wearing that I thought. But when I nodded yes, he said, “Oh. Okay.” When I asked what was wrong with what I was wearing, he declared my shoes did not go with my dress. Well, Calvin or Ralph, or whoever you believe you are, if you haven’t noticed I happen to be wearing a very nice, not to mention quite costly, pair of sandals (thongs, actually but that is a forbidden word in our home lest he begin to dub himself Victoria … as in Secret … to which we gots us a whole ‘nother problem!). But I decide to, somewhat irritatingly, humor him. I asked what choice of shoes would he have me wear? He begins to give me his archaic lessons on shoes and fashion … “Your shoes should match your dress”, he says. Um, okay. Instead of disagreeing with him, I decided this was one of those “marital disagreements” that wasn’t worth getting into a big fight over.

Below is said unfashionable attire I had originally selected to go with my trendy sandals. Old Ralphie, in the meantime, is also explaining to me how not only should shoes match your dress but so should a belt and stockings (who in Hades wears stockings anymore?) Mumbling okay, I stomped and humphed into my closet to find another outfit to wear. While slinging my clothing along the rack trying to find another light-weight outfit to wear, I explain to him that I too have a doctor’s appointment that morning and I hate being weighed. And so I was trying to find clothing and shoes light in weight, as well easy to disrobe quickly in, for a physical exam. Soon I exit the closet wearing a pair of dressy jeans, a pretty floral organza blouse and a pair of nice flat taupe colored shoes, which still of course do not match my blue jeans. Get over it, Ralphie. When he sees me in completely different attire, he begins this … “Why did you change? I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad? You know I had eye surgery.” Now, unlike in our early years of marriage, I’ve let it go, moved on, and no longer angry and simply remind him two weeks ago he was seeing two of me, so I wasn’t taking anything he was seeing these days seriously.

But if he thought for one minute I wasn’t gonna turn this into a blogpost, he was sadly mistaken. We laughed and joked all the way to his six week follow up eye doctor appointment, all the while I was writing that blogpost in my head.

When we got home, after receiving a good report from his eye doctor and me surviving the annual gynecologist exam, where, by the way I was told I need to lose weight (dude, I weighed less in the first outfit I put on this morning but fashionista hubby was a wee bit worried I might misrepresent the latest summer trends found on the runways of Paris!), I began finalizing my thoughts on this blogpost.

And so, in true investigative  “fashion” of research for this post I began googling 2017 Spring and Summer Fashions. Well, I’ll be! Look at what I found!

Can you believe it!?! Old Ralphie really did know what he was talking about! Shame on me! When was I ever gonna listen to him?! I couldn’t wait to let him know how deeply sorry I was for questioning his fashion judgement. As you can see by these images taken straight from google, I was kinda right in that the shoes and stockings of a fashionable lady do not have to match her dress. But the man … it’s a must, as you can see. Ha! Can’t wait to see his face when I return from my shopping spree for the both of us!

In the meantime, let’s not show him the photo below …

I’d prefer him keep the nickname Ralphie … he just doesn’t look like a Victoria to me at all! And until I lose the weight, grow eight inches and move to Paris, I’ll stick with my frumpy, light weight navy mumu and expensive, unmatched brown Tory Burch thongs (the only thongs I’ll ever be caught dead in!)

In the meantime, continued prayers are welcome for Ralphie’s eyesight!