Wrong

Now tell me a dark shirt and light tie wouldn't have looked spiffy!My future Husby and I were preparing for our wedding.It had been a painless process to this point.We were standing in the Men's Wear shop.The best one in Lethbridge.Husby-to-be was dressed in a new suit.Light blue.Spiffy. (real word)He looked fantastic.It was the 70s.Enough said.I loved this new, light-blue suit.I thought it would look even more fantastic with a dark blue shirt and a light tie.Now, I should explain here that Husby-to-be had spent his whole life - and particularly the last two years - in a dark suit, white shirt and dark tie.He never noticed how the rich and famous and photographed were dressed.Never even caught a glimpse of the 'fashion' ads.Dark suit, white shirt and dark tie were what a young man wore.Every young man.Always.His wife-to-be was just a touch more daring.I had seen the fashion ads.Had glanced through the Movie Star magazines.I knew Husby-to-be would look amazing in a light suit, dark shirt and light tie.Like the men in the Godfather.In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have mentioned that.I had gotten him into the suit.But there, all progress had stopped.He stared suspiciously at the dark shirt I was holding up.And the light tie.Finally, he uttered the words that every husby-to-be learns, sooner or later, NOT to say.Those fateful words that draw a neat line between pre and post-marriage days. “I'll ask my mom what she thinks.”I sucked in a breath. I'm sure the look on my face spoke volumes.Volumes.Because he immediately recognized he had said something wrong.He wasn't sure what, but . . . definitely wrong.He did wear the light suit.With a white shirt and light-ish tie.All totally without any input from his mom.Compromise at its best.