I was just ironing Husband's shirt - some things don't respond well to being sat upon - when, for some reason, it reminded me of a shirt I bought for him either before or just after we were married. He wore it regularly until it became frayed, and then he finally admitted that he had never liked it.
When he was having chemotherapy and was in hospital for a week at a time, I bought him some pyjamas. Bright yellow ones. I thought they would cheer him up. He didn't like those either.
Now he doesn't buy me clothes and I don't buy him clothes. It's simpler that way.