I can't dress myself

Apparently, I am incapable of picking out my own clothes. For the last three days, as I've been getting dressed Anne says to me, "Are you wearing that?" Now, of course I'm wearing that. It's plain to see that I've put it on. Very rarely do I put on a button down shirt just to wear around the house in the morning before changing into my real outfit. So it doesn't take a super genious (though I do have some of those qualities) to figure out that what she's really saying is "You look horrible and I'm embarassed that I married you."

Lets do a rundown of why my outfits were unacceptable:

1. Too blue (blue shirt with jeans)
2. Too ratty (grey long sleeve button-down)
3. Too blue (different blue shirt with jeans)
4. Too warm (long sleeve shirt, apparently to warm for today's weather conditions)

It's really a sad state of affairs. What's even more sad is that Anne bought most of these clothes for me and I still can't put them together in the right way. In my defense, I did try to buy my own clothes, but every time I did, Anne would want throw them out because they apparently were offensive to the eye.

But even the new system isn't perfect. I got Anne to buy me a Hawaiian shirt and when I put it on she laughed at me for like 15 minutes. That's kind of hard on the ego. I mean, I'm glad that she looks out for me. I can feel relatively confident in my appearance because I know that Anne has vetted my outfit. I just think it's going to hurt my street cred when I show up at the office with my mittens pinned to my blazer.