The story with the tie
I had been meaning to write since yesterday, but could not think of a title. Yesterday I saw a lifehack on how to tie a man’s tie quickly. Anyway “with a light movement of the hand” we get a beautiful knot! For the Norwegian locality a man’s tie is for a very, very special occasion. Norwegian men “don’t bother” with details. And thank God! But from my childhood life I remember a major quarrel of my parents because of this tie. I have written a lot about my mama. She sewed beautifully and always had wonderful dresses “for going out.” I remember myself as a little girl, about five. Mama and papa are getting ready for the theatre. I watch mama: she has a dress of tender lilac colour of natural silk, a shawl collar fastened with a huge most beautiful mother-of-pearl button, little pump shoes on a modest spike (papa was a stocky man, so mama tried to wear a moderate heel so as not to tower over him; in those times it was not accepted to be taller than a man). ...