@RandomThoughts: My husband is also not interested in fashion, and frugal (well, he has to be - one of us needs to rein it in...).
I buy most of his clothes - and this routine dates back to our courtship. He arrived at my home one evening when we were dating, dressed in some bizarro bell bottom jeans which basicly were comprised of a myriad of rectangles ... a walking "quilt" of a pair of pants if ever I saw one ... and completing the look with some black leather WTFs on his feet. :-O
Honest and truly, I vowed never to go out with him again. I *cringed* being seen with him in that get-up and yes - call me shallow. You won't hurt my feelings.
Finally decided that I shouldn't let mortification stand in the way of marital bliss, and married him. I purchased several new outfits for him and brought them along on the honeymoon. When we returned home, I added two swoon-worthy suits to his wardrobe. So what does he do? Coming home after some function one night, he chose to walk the dog (ah yes - those good ole one-dog days ...) without first changing into something else. Dog sees another dog, yanks DH off balance. DH takes a nose-dive into the gutter and limps home with both knees of the trousers blood-stained and tattered.
:-/
Next day he headed off to work, spring in step, wearing one of his beloved oldies-but-goodies - and I tossed in the towel.