I learned a long time ago not to ask my Partner for his opinion. If he had his way ie: I would be wearing clothes like his mother used to wear.
A few years ago I had my long hair chopped off and completely restyled by my wonderful and trusted hairdresser who I gave free rein to. She then dyed it in shades of dark blond, something that I would never, ever have dared to try.
The result was amazing. My family and my friends, loved it and it really did take a few years off me. It boosted my confidence enormously, but my Partner hated it, and still does. He does like to have a dig at it now and again.
Suffice to say.
I take absolutely no notice of his opinion, and gently remind him at least I HAVE hair.
Bless him.?