I have been debating whether to write this blog or not -after all it does not show me in a good light! You may never want to read anything I write ever again! This is not a pretty tale; it is one of spoilt bratishness and ungratefulness!
This is one of those occasions when my Hormones and tiredness got the better of me.
On Friday night Hubby came home from his first business trip to India with lovely presents for us all. I had jokingly asked for an elephant, so he brought me a silver bangle with smiling elephants on, which is fab! He also brought three pashminas, one each. He had chosen a beautiful red one for himself, an electric dark blue one for our Son, and then I opened mine…
Now, if you opened my wardrobe you would find lots of blue, black, red, purple.. I like bright colours. I love scarfs and pashminas. Hubby had chosen for me a 100% pashmina with a beautiful handwoven patten – in dark beige with a panel of red and blue at each bottom. Writing it now it sounds beautiful. Doesn’t it! It is a dream to wear, so soft, warm, and gorgeous…. I thanked him … Honest! I did!
All was good, we went to bed, we slept… I woke at 5.30 and started to think about the pashmina… It isn’t a colour that I would chose as I didn’t feel he had been thinking of me when he chose it. I started suspecting he had just grabbed it as the last resort… After all, was this how he saw me? A Beige non-entity at home? A middle-aged invisible Person? (Of course he said absolutely not when I asked him later!!)
By the time we woke up I was tired again. Things didn’t get better over breakfast when we were going through a few things and he kept questioning some small decisions I had made whilst he was away… Poor chap was just back from a different time zone so he was feeling fought too!
I could feel my head about to explode with pent up emotions about it all, and so, instead of just taking a deep breath and going for a walk well away form the subject, I opened my mouth!
I tried to not say outright I didn’t like the colour of the pashmina- and I did point out I was very grateful for such a fab present, BUT … Yep, it came out that I didn’t think it was my colour!
Now, my Hubby is a wonderful chap! He didn’t say “you ungrateful cow!” As I bet you are all yelling at me! No, he asked what was wrong with it, and said he had thought it would go well with a blue overcoat, or green, or my blue (summer) blazer. Minor problem I don’t own either a blue overcoat or green one. Because he is such a nice man we were able to laugh about it, and he offered to give me his red one which is fab, and not 100% pashmina, saying ” the important thing is that you are happy with it”
Do you see what an awful prison I am? Don’t shout yes too loudly!!
Then, bless his cotton socks, he said the most annoying thing any husband can say to his wife…
“If you don’t like it, I can always send it to my Mum”
ARRRGH!!!!!!!!!!
Nothing else was said then; we went off to the local hills to walk the dog- without coats so we got very, very wet – SO… yes, you’ve guessed it, whilst laughing at how wet and cold we were I pointed out to Hubby that the one thing a man should never say to his wife is that a present can be interchangeable between his wife and his mother!!! ” A wife is not on a par with a mother, she is above the mother, as the Husband should be above the father”
No, he didn’t shove me off the cliff yelling ” ungrateful cow” as I tumbled to the rocks below! Well, obviously! No, we finished our walk, got into the car and came home.
Then for the rest of the weekend we looked at the pashmina with my clothes whilst I did my best to show him it does go with my clothes…he admitted he had thought of it worn only with an outdoor coat, and had forgotten I wear scarfs etc with everything(!). I have refuse exchange it, as he chose it for me, and so I want to have it.
Yesterday an old girlfriend of mine saw it without me saying anything, and said “oh boy, that’s not your colour!” My response? “Yes! You get it!” I told her everything and she completely understood how I felt… Unfortunately hr hubby walked in and said he couldn’t see what was wrong with the colour.
So, now you know how much of a spoilt, ungrateful cow I am! My dreams since Saturday night have been of Hubby leaving me, and I have eaten too much bread (2extra pieces!) My rational side tells me that men and women see colours differently and think of clothes differently. My Hubby is a very dapper chap, and I can see what he was thinking of when he chose the scarf. In his defence I bet there weren’t that many to chose from in such a high quality pashmina. And he did bring me a beautiful bangle as well!
I will be wearing the pashmina to a very special lunch on Friday. It will go superbly with what I am wearing. I will love it.
Am I a really nasty person?
Lx