Internet, let me introduce you to my husband; this is Bryan, or B, or him if you’ve ever wondered who I was referring to when I say ‘we’. This is the other side of my ‘we.’ And when I use the word ‘we’ in conjuction with this blog, it’s typically something I forced him into doing. For instance, “we’ve” wanted to do a his & her style post for a while now and “he” finally talked “me” into it. (Just in case you missed it, quotations mean sarcasm always. You can also apply this to real life.) It really wasn’t that much of an arm twisting, the boy has style. (He actually has a menswear blog. What a cutie, right?) Plus, he got a new shirt, a happy hour and pizza after this shoot, so he really wasn’t complaining.
Since we don’t have kids yet, you would think that every night around our house is date night. Well you are wrong. Sure we eat together, but there is just something not that romantic about me cooking meals at home, I can’t put my finger on it though. Is it the color of the boxed mac and cheese or perhaps the holes in my sweat pants? Surely that can’t be it. But although we are both homebodies we try to have a date night every week where we get dressed up and go out somewhere to eat, or go to a movie or double date with friends. Although this night we actually did end up just grabbing a pizza, it still felt nice to be in heels and out with a boy I’ve had a crush on for years now. Casual date nights are where it is at, even though I always wear heels… just in case we want to go a little bit upscale. You can never be too prepared.
Old Navy Jumpsuit (c/o)