Be honest, be yourself My wife bought me a dress she hates. It’s a brightly patterned Celia B dress with every color of the rainbow.
It has a prairie-style top with puffy sleeves and rickrack and a short, swing circle skirt. I spun around the minute I put it on.
I loved it. It made me giddy. And my face lit up as soon as I tried it on. My wife’s face did not. At first, I said I would just pay for it myself.
Then I said I would just skip it all together if she hated it that much. But then I heard her talking to the sales girl outside of the dressing room who was telling her how cute I look in it.