My husband is in Paris this week, and since I couldn't go along this trip, I put in a request for a great Parisian scarf. My only specifications were that it had to be a purple color and it couldn't come from a street vendor. It had to be from an authentic Parisian boutique. So, Frank called me as he came out of a shop on the Champs Elysées, with scarf in hand. From Benetton.
That sweet man paid almost twice as much to buy me a scarf from a chain store that is just a few miles away from our home. Men. They don't necessarily get fashion, but they sure do try.

(I did find this scarf on the Benetton Web site, and I must admit, if it looks like this, I'm really not going to be disappointed.)
3 comments:
bless his male heart!
Wait, I'm still stuck at that part where you husband is in Paris and you did not go too??
What is that about? Whenever we got to Toronto my husband heads straight to the mall. We HAVE a mall at home!
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