So background: a couple of years ago I painted the living room (with a colour husband and I agreed on) and then we decided we'd get new curtains.
Rather than just buy some curtains like normal people my husband kind of referred it on to a good old friend of his who is really into interior design. She was very excited to take me along to her favourite fabric shop an hour's drive away. I picked several samples which DH hated, so I went back, more samples, more vetos, finally husband came out to the shop and chose fabric, which we ordered. I had to return to the fabric shop one last time to pick up the cut fabric and then friend helped me sew the curtains.
I sort of went along with it because they both bizarrely seemed to get so much pleasure out of the entire process. Husband likes to brag to visitors that [friend] and I made the curtains ourselves. But to be honest the whole process seemed like a waste of time.
Now: we're having the bathroom done and we've decided on yellow tiles. I'm meeting the tile guy next week.
Me: So that's fine, I'll tell the tile guy we've decided on a sort of light lemony yellow, right? And I'll get the price.
H: Right, but [friend] said she knows of a good tile showroom you might want to go to.
Me: I could ask the tile guy to maybe show me some samples and then I'll run them by you?
H: But maybe you and [friend] could go out to the tile showroom? There are all sorts of tiles.
Me: But we've already decided on yellow. No need to drive out to a showroom.
H: You and [friend] could go out to the showroom together some time. She'd love to help and she has a good eye. We'll have to live with the tiles for a long time so wouldn't we like just the right ones? I'll come along too.
Me: [Shirty] There's no need to make a big production. I'll ask for the lightest yellow they have.
Finally I left it that I'm happy to sort out the tiles if "sort out the tiles" means pointing at the yellow ones and writing a cheque. If "sorting out the tiles" means spending ages dithering in showrooms, then no, I wasn't going to do that. I'm afraid I said the curtain thing had been a nightmare and I didn't want to do all that again.
He said that having friends help us with decorating was a nice thing, that it gave a nice story to a room. He said, "It's like you're angrily avoiding spending time with friends so that you can stay home and surf the internet." Snap!
I can't believe I just quarrelled with my husband about tiles or something else.