I’d had a low day morale wise. No job, no girlfriends, and I had finished the entire season six of Sex and the City so I knew I had nothing to look forward to (is it a bad sign that every episode made me cry?). So what does any girl do when she’s feeling a little blue? She puts on her favorite outfit. For me, this is my big 1950’s style hot pink skirt from H&M with snug black cashmere cardigan. The skirt is overflowing with extra fabric, so bright and pretty that I feel like a little princess. I was prancing around for Stéphane once he came home from work, showing off my twirl “oh! I’m going to wear this out to the pub Friday night!” she said with hope and glee. And that’s when I saw it. His face. It only appeared for a brief moment, but I caught it. It was a look of disapproval. Stephane doesn’t like my skirt. Tears welled up in my big blue eyes, and I cursed him for ruining my favorite pick-me-up outfit. Oh, how could he take that away from me? Of course now every time I wear that skirt, despite the fact that I know I look fabulous in it and practically everyone that has ever seen me in this skirt knows I look fabulous in it, I will always be thinking about how my own boyfriend does not find the skirt fabulous on me. He better be prepared to buy me a new favorite outfit. And Stephane - it better be expensive too.