How do I look?

Putting on makeup this morning, my thoughts were interrupted by Sam, standing in the doorway holding a black checked shirt and taupe pants. "Do these go together?" Yuck! "No honey. You'll need to wear that shirt with black pants--there's too much yellow in the taupe to look good together."
Sam strode down the hall to his closet and hung up the rejected outfit. He returned a minute later with a dove gray shirt and khaki pants. "How about these?" Eeech! "Honey, I just don't think so." Sam looked crestfallen. "Why not?"
A thousand thoughts went through my mind. Because it's hideous! Because people aren't as color blind as you are. Because people around you will vomit.
"I think this gray shirt will look wonderful with your black wool pants. How about that?"
Sam sighed, smiled at me and went back down the hall to pull his amazing ensemble together. I turned my attention to the challenges that come with trying to style newly cut hair. I glanced down at the red wool North Woods sweater with tiny moose and evergreen trees on it. I was wearing it over a black turtleneck with black pants. I hope this looks okay, I thought, as put my hairbrush away. I went back to the closet to find my shoes. There stood Sam buttoning his shirt.
"Honey, how does this look?" I asked Sam. He smiled, nodded approvingly and said, "Wonderful honey. You look great!"
I suddenly felt like I was six years old, dancing around the livingroom in front of my father in our old house at 5 Burchman Drive. "You look very nice, honey," Daddy had said, as I showed him my new dress on the first day of school.
Awash with happy feelings, I turned to get ready to leave for work. Then it hit me. Why on earth would I trust the critique of someone who thought those two awful color combinations were acceptable to wear? This is a man who, unless I am wearing something blatantly horrible--like bold horizontal stripes on a too-tight sweater over chartreuse seamed stretch pants that are highwaters--wouldn't recognize a fashion gaffe. Yet I seek out his opinion about how I look almost every day.
I'm still laughing about this, five hours later.