For the past few months A. has been quietly looking for a new job, and for the past couple of weeks he has been talking to a guy about a particular job. It was decided early last week that today and tomorrow he would go in for an interview.
An interview is certainly something to get excited about and after our initial excitement wore off, we realized something very critical: We would have to buy A. a suit!
Because, you see, A. and I are very casual people. In the entire time I have known him he has only seen me in a dress once… and that was our wedding. (I only wore a dress to my wedding because my mom said I had to.) Additionally, I have only seen A. in a tie once (also at our wedding) and never in a suit. (In case you wonder, I wore a sundress to our wedding; he wore a shirt and tie – which my dad tied for him - with a nice pair of dress pants.)
So last week after discussing with several people where the best place in town was to buy a suit, A. and I went downtown and bought him a one… along with a dress shirt, a new belt, and a tie! (We still had the shoes and socks we bought him for our wedding, even though they were so dusty I thought they were gray instead of black!)
Actually, buying the suit itself was no great adventure. We went the recommended store and a nice lady took us under her wing and fitted him up with everything he needed with no problem. (I, of course, had final veto power, but since I know little about suits, I didn’t exercise it.)
All in all, I must say I was quite impressed. Sometimes I forget what a handsome man I married. (Note to self: When husband leaves the house looking F-I-N-E, I really must insist he wear his wedding ring.)
So on to last night… I had asked A. a few days ago if he could tie a tie, because I didn’t know how. He replied it didn’t matter: He would find the instructions on the internet.
Well, he did find instructions on the web but when I suggested he practice a bit so he wouldn’t feel stressed about the whole tie-business this morning, he poo-pooed the idea. Finally, about 11:30 last night, I convinced him that he should practice a bit before bed.
He tried. He really did. First he tried the Four in a Hand Knot, then the Windsor Knot, and then the Half Windsor Knot, but he just couldn’t seem to get the hang of any of them. He stood in front of the mirror with the printed instructions taped on the closet door, but he just ended up sweaty and had nothing to show for it but a wrinkled tie.
While he was struggling with his tie, I found the wedding tie and, just for fun, pulled up my own set of instructions and started working on tying my tie. I didn’t even look in the mirror and I got the Windsor Knot on the first try. Sure, it was asymmetrical and the narrow end of the tie hung below the wide end, but I did it. I then went on to the Four in a Hand Knot and the Half Windsor and managed to do them all with the first try.
As A. fought his tie, I kept practicing with mine and eventually got my Four in a Hand Knot neat and straight. After much grumbling, A. took me up on my offer to tie his tie for him this morning and I will do it again tomorrow for the second part of his interview.
However, if he gets a job where he has to wear a tie everyday, he better learn how to tie it himself: I refuse to be his personal tie-tier for the rest of his life!







The Travel Yup likes exotic and adventurous travel, but prefers big cities with fast paced life. She has a keen interest in other cultures and always brings home a few souvenirs. 