Imagine the scenario:
Wife kissing handsome husband goodbye at the door as he leaves to go to work.
Wife sees handsome husband wearing the tie that she had tried to wash, instead of, God forbid, paying money and sending it to the dry cleaners.
Silk ties do not like being washed.
Silk ties return to the tie rack neither cleaner nor the same shape, or indeed size.
Wife thought she had discreetly (secretly) thrown away said ruined tie.
The moral dilemma? Should I have let him go to work with dodgy tie, or admit to the consequences of my money-pinching ways?”
I think I might have made the wrong choice …
“Why in Gods name did you wash it?” he spluttered, eyebrows rising dramatically.
“Umm, I thought it was polyester?” I blatantly lied. His eyebrows lifting even further confirmed he didn’t believe me. “I don’t have polyester ties!” he spat through somewhat gritted teeth.
“Well, it was dirty. You had dribbled on it.” I said. The best form of defence is attack. Wrong course of action however.
A stomping back upstairs, roughly removing both coat and suit jacket ensued amid much huffing and puffing. I followed cautiously.
The new and clean tie appeared to be rather problematic in putting on. This caused further and considerably noisier huffing and puffing. “It takes a very precise and careful hand to tie a tie properly,” he informed me.
“Oh,” says I, duly informed. “And, um for how long have you been practising this um ‘art-form’?” I question innocently.
“Since I was eight,” he mutters.
I collapsed in a heap of guffawing laughter, and a small twitch of his lip and a wiggle of his nose confirmed I was forgiven. “I’ll give you a lesson in tying a tie if you like!” I giggled hysterically. “Pah! I’ll give you blasted lessons!” he laughed feigning indignation.
“I’ll bin this one then,” I giggled, holding up the mis-shaped offending tie.
“Pah! It’s got years of life left in it!” he laughed, trying to snatch it from me.
“Not with a socking great rip in it, it hasn’t!” I shouted, running down the stairs with it.
“You wouldn’t!” he laughed and chased me to the front door where for the second time this umorning, I kissed him gently and held him close. “I love you” he whispered, “So very much.”
Katie xx
So. Should I have,
a) Let him go to work in a grim tie
b) Admitted the error of my ways, but been slightly more apologetic
c) Told him it was his own fault for having silk non-washable ties and polyester would suffice
d) Tied the tie for him whilst changing a plug, reading a map and reciting the periodic table.
Or, something else …?
None of the above. Tell him to embrace the millenials and ditch the tie!
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Oh he would love to do that! Sadly his ‘workplace’ would not embrace it; they’re very formal. It would save much faffing around in the mornings though!
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Such a cruel wife!
He seemed to have happily got it on and tied it the first time without feeling there was a problem with it. Would you or any other woman have gone to work without checking your appearance for dribblings and food detritus , snagged tights, see through blouses , back to front or inside out jumpers? He was clearly happy with the tie……why spoil his innocent confidence?
Although, I have to admit I did make into work once wearing odd shoes….one of which was my sons…..but my defence is it was very dark that morning.
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Ha!! That’s hilarious! You’re right, we do check, check and double check. I can only imagine he wasn’t wearing his glasses this morning!
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Get him to sort his own ties out including washing them….
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You might have a point! Although being a stay at home wife, I have to justify my existence somehow. After we’ve moved house I shall get a job, but perhaps not in a launderette.
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After so many washes in this house all the clothes seem to migrate to the same, just slightly off pink look.
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Ha! Yup … oh I can relate to this. Think of it as embracing your feminine side.
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Would have to be honest and over apologetic with hugs and kisses to heal the bruised ego.
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Awww you’re so kind and sweet! Xx
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e) offered to use the tie for naughtier things
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Ha! Naughty! 🤭😀
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Ooh! Option d) -but that suggestion of option e) seemed good, too!
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Ha! If I knew the periodic table I would recite it …
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I can name a handful… That’s probably not going to get me anywhere on “Jeopardy!”
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Ha!
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E) Nothing. What a beautiful real life drama and love story!
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Ha! Thanks … glad you enjoyed it!
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I agree. I rather like how it turned out, with shared looks and laughter and a second kiss goodbye. Seems quite perfect. Your idiosyncrasies are lovable, as he knows better than anyone. Thx for the fun post!
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Aww thanks … yes, we know each other pretty well!
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I think you handled it perfectly lol
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Thanks!
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LOL, hilarious!!! you handled it fine, I couldn’t have let him go out looking scruffy either! x
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Ha! I’m glad I’m not alone!!
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I too have written something about my future wife, do read guys
https://lovmyselfs.wordpress.com/2019/03/29/my-future-wife-be-like/
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Can’t blame you for washing the tie at home rather than taking it to the cleaners. I am a penny pincher too. 😉 I don’t have experience with ties, but for sure if my laundry machine breaks, you know I would rather stoop over a tub of soapy water scrubbing at my dirty clothes than haul everything to a laundromat.
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Ha! You and me both!
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