After over a year of living in our flat, I realized yesterday that we don't have a single full length mirror. This cognizance came when I excitedly went to try on two new pairs of pants that had arrived in the mail and couldn't find a single appropriate mirror to see how they looked. Fast forward eight hours to when H walked through the door from work:
Me: "H, I need you to be my mirror and tell me how these two pairs of pants look."
H: "Umm, maybe you can stand on a chair?"
Me: "No, I need a full length, 360 view, just be honest."
H: "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Me: "Yes, they're just pants, tell me how they look."
A mere ten minutes later (which is quick for me and pants), we had jointly decided to keep the pair I had assumed would be returned and to return the pair that I had been most excited about ordering, thanks to a poor fit. And not a single mean word or hurt feeling. Major bonus points to my awesome husband, who also happens to have excellent taste.
Me: "H, I need you to be my mirror and tell me how these two pairs of pants look."
H: "Umm, maybe you can stand on a chair?"
Me: "No, I need a full length, 360 view, just be honest."
H: "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Me: "Yes, they're just pants, tell me how they look."
A mere ten minutes later (which is quick for me and pants), we had jointly decided to keep the pair I had assumed would be returned and to return the pair that I had been most excited about ordering, thanks to a poor fit. And not a single mean word or hurt feeling. Major bonus points to my awesome husband, who also happens to have excellent taste.
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