Isn't it funny I thought I was the only one who had such trouble shopping.
When I wander through a store I attach all of my insecurities to all of the clothes on the hangars. DH walks through the stores with a fresh eye. He hands me piles of stuff and sends me to the dressing room. He is not looking at the price tag or my insecurities, but the shape/line/color of the clothes. On Sun he convinced me to try on a cute top and shorts that I would have never
tried on if I were shopping on my own (I haven't worn shorts in 6 years). When I walked out of the dressing room I caught the true reaction on his face before he put on his neutral shopping face and it was honest that he thought it looked good on me. I would have never chosen that on my own, but now it is my favorite outfit.
I have to say I am really lucky that after being married 18 years he can still be so very kind to me.