If you’ve been following along, you probably know that when I met hubby he was a little stylistically challenged.
At it’s best, his attire could probably have been described as Casual Heinekenese (meaning jeans & a free beer t-shirt). Or, at it’s worst, 80’s Reebokation (as in black Reeboks, white socks and a whole lot of tucked in shirts). One might wonder how I was able to see through these attire atrocities and discover the wonder that is hubby. But, lucky for hubby, I don’t ever buy a book by it’s cover (oh wait… I actually do this.. so I guess that theory doesn’t work). Maybe the reality is that after the age of 30 you’re willing to overlook some tube socks and Heineken t-shirts!
Anyhow, hubby has really, truly come a long way.
Yes, he’s been gently nudged by me. Yes, many of his scariest clothing items slowly but surely disappeared from the laundry. And, yes I’ve forced him to broaden his wardrobe into new colors and more up-to-date fashion. Even his brother once said to me…. “you know, he dresses much better since he’s met you!”. And that, my friends, is a huge testimony… when his own brother recognized that he needed a wardrobe intervention!
But, I have to say, with great pride and respect, hubby has learned a great deal and has even, at time surprised me with his new found knowledge.
Like the time he referred to one of his shirts as the “mustard color shirt” or another time where he called his green shirt “the olive shirt”. These color descriptions were 100% hubby. Bear in mind that this is a man who not only had no color variety in his attire but, who truly would have referred to just about any shade of color falling into 1 of three categories: Black, White or Color.
So last week, while we were away…. Hubby had a moment of regression. Maybe he’d had too much sun, or one too many tequilas. But, whatever the case, he seemed to lose his senses for evening.
One night, we headed out to dinner (hubby looked all cute in his linen pants and shirt!). When we checked in with the hostess, we gave her a little slip of paper that showed our confirmed reservation and we moved over to the bar to wait. When she seated us, she placed this slip of paper on our table for the waiter. As I glanced down at it I see that it says “Sr. Camisa Negro”. In case you don’t speak Spanish this translates to: “Mr. Black Shirt”.
I speak enough Spanish to get by so, Hubby asks me “What does that say?”
I respond: “Mr. Black Shirt… she probably needed a way to remember who we were when we went to the bar”
Hubby says: “I understand that, but why would she write Mr. Black Shirt”
Me: (looking at him quizzically) “It was describing you, so she could find us”
Hubby: (confused look on his face) “But I’m not wearing a black shirt”
Me: (now, I’m the one looking confused) “Uhm, yes you are??”
Hubby: “No, I’m not!”
Me: “Honey, what color shirt do you think you have on?”
Hubby: “It’s brown”
Me: (giggling) “No, honey it’s black”
Hubby: (adamant) “No, I’m sure it’s brown”
Me: “Babe, I’m looking right at you.. it’s black”
Hubby: “Maybe it’s the lighting in here. I know this is a brown shirt”
Me: “I don’t know how to break this to you, but I’ve seen you wear that shirt before and it’s black”
Hubby: “No, way… it’s totally brown”
Me: “Honey, even the hostess thinks it’s black… Senior Camisa Negro… remember??!!”
Hubby: “Then why am I wearing brown shoes?”
Me: (overjoyed that he knows he supposed to coordinate his shoes to his outfit) “Honey, I have no idea why you’re wearing brown shoes…”
Hubby: “I still think this shirt is brown”
Me: “Ok, honey.. let’s just order dinner!”
So, even though hubby has come light years from where he started, he still seems to have some very basic challenges. BUT, it’s still exciting to me that he can coordinate his belt & shoes to the rest of his outfit! I like to celebrate the little things in life!
I also know that many men are indeed color blind and I’m sure if hubby were to replay this story he’d either tell you that even today, this shirt is definitely brown (although I’m 100% it’s not). Or that he’s somehow developed black/brown colorblindness.
And…. even with this tiny misstep, the fact that he can use words like pumpkin, olive & mustard to describe colors, earns him a slight stumble backwards on occasion!