Our First Year as Mr. & Mrs.: A Style Recap

Married life doesn’t hit you all at once. It sneaks in — like when his hoodie mysteriously ends up in your suitcase or you both reach for the same beige sweater on a Sunday. One day you’re complimenting each other’s outfits from opposite sides of the mirror, and the next, you’re “accidentally” matching in the airport lounge.

We didn’t set out to coordinate our closets. But over the past year — between shared calendars, swapped laundry duties, and countless “Is this too matchy?” glances — something shifted. Slowly, his side of the closet started to reflect a bit of mine, and mine… well, let’s just say a certain fleece zip-up makes regular appearances.

Twelve months in, here’s what stood out. What we wore. What we stole. What we’d maybe reconsider. It’s not a love letter to couple dressing — but it’s a snapshot of how style quietly weaves its way into marriage. One hoodie at a time.

The Unexpected Joy of Accidental Coordination

Getting married didn’t suddenly turn us into one of those color-coordinated Instagram couples. But our photo roll? It disagrees. The overlap wasn’t planned — it just… crept in. Slowly, sneakily, and honestly, kind of adorably. One minute we’re running errands, the next we’re both in oatmeal-toned knits looking like a lifestyle ad for a couples’ wellness retreat.

Turns out, sharing a home sometimes means unintentionally sharing an aesthetic. Here are a few of our unplanned fashion sync-ups — and why I secretly don’t hate them.

The Black Hoodie Incident

It was a Sunday market situation. He wore his heavyweight fleece hoodie. I wore mine — same cut, same color, completely uncoordinated. A sweet older couple actually stopped us to ask if we were “trying to match.” We weren’t. But the photo turned out so cute, we’ve both kept reaching for those hoodies ever since. (We now try not to wear them at the same time. It doesn’t always work.)

Our “Shared” Coat (Yes, Still His. Kind Of.)

Technically, it’s his Wool-blend car coat in navy from COS. Realistically? It lives on my side of the closet now. It hits just the right oversized note without making me look like I raided a lost and found. I style it with trousers and boots; he throws it over sweats. The coat doesn’t judge. I may never return it.

The Identical Sneaker Situation

We didn’t shop together. We didn’t even know the other had bought them. But one day, we both walked out in the same sneakers — white, low-top, gum sole. Now, we stagger who wears them if we’re heading out together. Unless we’re going full couple-core (which… occasionally happens at brunch).

His Closet, Now With Slightly More Neutrals

I never tried to change his style — not officially. But when you share a home (and a laundry basket), edits start happening quietly. A color shift here. A texture upgrade there. Now, instead of bright gym tees and high-school-era denim, his wardrobe looks a little… calmer. A little more oat milk than energy drink. And I’ll admit it: I love this for him.

Not everything stuck. But some pieces made it through the trial phase and into regular rotation. Progress.

The Day He Voluntarily Wore a Knit Polo

This was a personal win. One random Thursday, he came out in a Uniqlo knit short-sleeve polo — no prompting, no comments. Just paired it with black jeans and went on with his day like it was totally normal. I almost dropped my coffee. It was structured but soft, and somehow didn’t feel like he was “trying” anything. He even got a compliment from our friend Liam. Unsolicited. He hasn’t looked back since.

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The Button-Downs That Made It Past the “Try-On” Phase

He used to think every button-up had to be stiff and scratchy. Then came one with just enough stretch and softness — which I may have slipped into his cart during a joint online order. That shirt sees the light of day. The flannel one with tiny sailboats? Not so much. We’ve both accepted that not every shirt is meant to survive the brunch test.

When He Online Shops Without Me

He’ll never say it out loud, but I think he enjoys the solo scroll. His last Everlane order was surprisingly solid — two clean crewnecks and a pair of drawstring chinos I kind of want for myself. He also once bought three identical Hanes tees because “they were on sale.” Fashion is balance.

Lessons in Styling Each Other Without Actually Trying

One year into marriage, I’ve realized something: we never tried to “match” each other — not in outfits, not in playlists, not in dinner orders (though we always end up sharing). But just being around someone that often softens your edges a bit. And without meaning to, we’ve found a rhythm in how we show up — together and individually.

It’s not about full alignment. It’s about getting dressed, standing next to each other, and thinking, Yeah, this works.

The “Default Date Night” Formula That Just Works

We’re not reinventing the wheel here. For me: Aritzia Effortless pants, a fitted black tee, and small chunky Mejuri hoops. For him: a clean tee layered under his Mill Shirt in Cotton Poplin, plus dark jeans. Somehow it always feels right — like we coordinated without trying, even when we only had fifteen minutes to get ready.

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Understanding Our Style Non-Negotiables

He will not wear loafers. Not suede, not leather, not even the sleek Belgian kind I low-key bookmarked. And I? I draw the line at sports jerseys outside of actual sporting events. (The exception: vintage-style ones that look like merch for a fictional team — those I’ll allow.) These unspoken boundaries help keep our closets honest. And also kind of funny.

When Our Outfits Don’t Match, But Our Energy Does

There are days when I’m in a flowy dress and he’s in his Carhartt hoodie — and it shouldn’t work, but it does. Because the vibe isn’t just in the clothes. It’s in how we carry them, how we show up, and how we’re usually laughing about something completely unrelated as we head out the door.

One Year in the Photo Roll: What We Wore and Why It Mattered

We didn’t set out to document our style. But somewhere between dinner selfies, blurry vacation snaps, and the occasional “Wait, stand over there — better lighting” moment, we ended up with a full visual archive. A year’s worth of outfits, moods, and weather-appropriate (or not) decisions, all quietly chronicled in our camera rolls.

Looking back, it wasn’t just about the clothes — it was about the comfort, the inside jokes, and the unexpected confidence some outfits brought out in us.

The Seasons Told the Story

Winter started in his oversized puffer coat, which I absolutely wore more than he did. By spring, we were both layering light knits and denim jackets — his more structured, mine a little slouchier. Then came summer: all linen shirts and breezy dresses that actually breathed. And of course, that one windy beach day when he showed up in a neon windbreaker I still don’t fully understand. The camera did not forgive, but I love that he tried.

Favorite Outfit (Each)

His favorite on me? A black satin midi I wore to his cousin’s wedding. It had a side slit, minimal jewelry, and exactly zero stress. Mine for him? A textured henley under a navy blazer with relaxed chinos — something about that look made me do a double take. And yes, I still have the screenshot from when he said, “You look amazing.” No prompting. No context. Just that.

What I’d Edit, Looking Back

For me: a few too many slouchy sweaters that totally swallowed me. For him: maybe ease up on the corduroy-everything phase (there was a full matching set — I stayed quiet). But honestly? No regrets. Even the misses told their own story. Next time, I’ll wear more lipstick. Just because.

Looking Ahead: Our Style as a Married Couple, Year Two

We’re not chasing trends anymore — not really. At this point, it’s about ease. The pieces that make sense for the life we’re actually living, not the one curated for stories and saved folders. Our style goals are simple: feel good, look like ourselves, and occasionally pretend we didn’t just swap jackets in the elevator.

Marriage hasn’t made us fashion clones — but it has made us more aware of how we move through the day together. And what we put on reflects that.

More Personal Pieces, Less Pinterest Pressure

Once upon a time, I saved perfectly lit outfit inspo for beach dates that didn’t exist. Now? I care more about The Bubble Shirt from Donni — the one I wore three days in a row because it just felt like me. And he’s officially over dressing for group pics. We both just want to look at each other and think, “Yeah, that’s you.”

Soft Textures, Strong Opinions

He’s been living in soft fleece pullovers and joggers that, if we’re being honest, I sometimes style better than he does. I’ve traded my stiff jeans for relaxed wide-leg trousers and structured knits that actually move with me. Neither of us is here for discomfort anymore — marriage taught us that time is better spent feeling like yourself, not fidgeting with your pants.

Things I’ll Probably Keep “Borrowing”

There’s a hoodie I wear more than he does. A baseball cap that “mysteriously” ended up in my gym bag. And one crewneck tee that used to be crisp white but now has that perfectly worn-in softness you only get after several washes… and a little stretching. (Sorry, babe.) Some things are just better on my side of the dresser.

Married, Styled, and Still Learning

One year down, and we’ve figured out just enough — like how to fold jeans without wrinkling them, or when to say, “That’s not your color,” with love. We’ve learned how to share space, swap sweatshirts, and support each other’s style phases (even the questionable ones). Our closets aren’t mirror images, but they echo in the best ways.

Marriage didn’t make us match. It made us pay attention — to what we reach for, what we quietly steal, and how those choices start to say something about who we are together.

Our looks may not always align, but they tell a story we’re both proud of. And if he never wears loafers? I’ll live.

Style is personal, but good taste speaks loud. Especially when it lives on both sides of the bed.