My wife and I have been away for a few days, and on the way home we'd been talking about Christmas presents etc, and she was talking about how out of date her makeup is. We had a long discussion about exactly what items she needs, what sort of brands she is looking for, how many for each makeup kit (work locker, gym kit, home kit!), and I started to ask for more specifics like colours for eyeshadow.
Wife: "I normally go for fairly neutral tones, light colours"
Me: "Why don't you get a work set as well then so you don't have to carry them"
Wife: "You can get smaller 3-4 colour palettes"
*Cue me laughing at her explaining for the 3rd time about eyeshadow palettes*
Me, joking: "You don't need to teach me about palette sizes"
Wife: "No, you already know plenty about makeup" with a light laugh.
That was the first time that she's explicitly/directly referenced my dressing since she accidentally opened some clothes that were delivered for me, but I had handed her with her mail in error way back in 2020.
It's really thrown me that she has actually had what feels like a bravery or acknowledgement to actually mention it. It's not something that needs to be mentioned, and it's highly unlike her to make a joke back to me about something that (at the time) bothered/bothers her so much.
It's a momentary thing, and it probably won't be brought up for another three years, but I feel somewhat reassured that my wife has actually acknowledged that side of me exists/existed, and on the weekend of our wedding anniversary as well.
I don't expect responses, just wanted to share an unusual moment.