I awoke Monday morning before my alarm — something that never happens for this habitual snoozer. The anxiety was already kicking in, and I wanted to give myself plenty of time to settle into the outfit my husband had chosen.
To keep things efficient, we "shopped" my closet the night before. The first thing he asked me: "Where are all of your high-waisted bell-bottom things?" I tried my best to keep my poker face, but inside I was giddy that I would get to wear my flares. Not so fast, Hannah. Once I pointed to the shelf where they were folded, he replied, "Perfect, now I know what section to avoid all week."
Instead of my beloved bell-bottoms, he pulled a silk Tibi jumper — OK, a look I also love. He also reached for a favorite pair of shoes, also from Tibi, before looking for my approval: "These go together, right?" (Right, as if I really had a say in all this.) "I've seen you wear them together." I was impressed but tried to keep my reaction in check. I was afraid a reaction too dramatic in either direction would cause him to change course. Best to stay calm as he delivered the final touch, a white blazer from Zara that I hadn't worn in at least a year. "I know you like to wear your leather jacket with this look," he said, "but you have a meeting today, and blazers are better for meetings." Noted.
