Curtains

Its been four years since I had to lie to my wife about her crimes against fashion and yesterday I found myself in a similar predicament. Meryl swished by after work wearing what I can only describe as her Granny's best soft furnishings. Her bottom half was dressed in swathes of floral fabric, like a hideous tribute to Laura Ashley. I stood in the corner of the kitchen quietly grimacing whilst my daughter paid her compliments a plenty on 'the new maxi length'. I felt I was missing the point, here was my lovely girlfriend dressed in a pair of curtains - why? As turned to make the tea I heard a gasp from my daughter. I hoped the offending item of clothing had been shredded by the cat but I looked back to discover that Meryl had revealed it wasn't a set of curtains after all. Or a skirt. It was trouserware. I must have let out an audible shriek as Meryl asked my opinion on her 'Palazzo Pants'. I nodded silently and went back to brewing up, secretly hoping they get caught in the door later.