My New Bathrobe

Last summer my mother gave me a new summer robe. It was very kind of her to think of giving me something I do not often buy for myself. She could probably tell it was time for something new. But there was a problem. My mother is 80. The robe was a style she would wear (it was what her generation calls a housecoat). It was fine for her but definitely not for me. I only wore it a few times before fall came and I then put it away for something warmer.

As I was unpacking the spring/summer clothes recently, I came upon this item. I sighed, knowing it wasn't my favorite but without another option, I hung it in my closet. I've been wearing it for the last few weeks. One day recently I saw a robe which was more my style. I ordered it online, but I wasn't sure it was the right use of money at this time (I should have conferred with Tim). When it arrived I did not even take it out of the package -until this morning.

You see, last night Tim told me he had recently wanted to surprise me with a new bathrobe. He had done some cursory shopping (Tim is very ill at ease shopping in the women's department). Not seeing anything at first glance in a couple of stores he determined he would take me shopping to pick something. So, last night as he was telling me this he told me the reason he wanted me to have a robe was because when I wear the one my mother gave me I look like my mother. Tim loves my mother and sees her to be a beautiful woman, but he said he'd rather not see me in a tent. He wanted me to have something that was more me. It should not have come as a surprise that Tim had noticed, but hearing him give his opinion on this "housedress" did. I had to smile. I needed that reminder that Tim does notice and he does care how I look. Even at home in a bathrobe. Especially at home in a bathrobe. So this morning I surprised him with my new robe. He was pleased. I was pleased.

I share this story with you because I know how easy it is to get comfortable with how we look around our husband. It is easy to forget that a wife was designed by her Creator to be a "...helper fit for him Gen. 2:18." I learned again that I can "help" my husband with what I wear.

Do you know what is your husband's clothing preferences for you? Sometimes the only time we ask for our husband's opinion on clothing is when we ask them, "does this make me look fat?" May I encourage you today if you are married, to consider how you dress for your husband both in the home and in public. There is so much out there screaming for our husband's visual attention, we can "help" them by dressing in a way that is appropriately pleasing in public (clean, modest, current and fitting for our body size, shape and skin tones), and pleasantly attractive in private. Why not ask him for his likes and dislikes? Maybe it's time for a wardrobe makeover of sorts - with your husband as the one giving the suggestions. It could be fun!!