I still haven't had a chance to post the Tivoli photos but I will. It's been a tough week with the news of Jordan and Peter's shocking split to contend with. Honestly, who'd trust romance after this? Only kidding! I don't even know who these people are. Honest! Er if you genuinely don't, just go to www.dailymail.co.uk.....
Anyway, as my neighbours clean and paint their flag poles in preparation for Norway's national Day on Sunday, the rain has returned. Last year it snowed on May 17th so anything's possible. It's the only day in the year when Norwegians really dress up. Most women wear a Bunad, the 'dressed up for Mass, milking maid' type national costume, and don't have to consider style or glamour on the day. D2 asks for one every year but every year I point out that she's not Norwegian so not entitled to one.
My brother-in-law's girlfriend from Stavanger wore hers to my niece's confirmation last weekend in Copenhagen. They're brought out for weddings as well which means that Norwegian women are deprived of the delights of searching high and low for the 'perfect' outfit for big occasions. Poor sods. Anyway, my mother-in-law apparently started to cry when she saw the girlfriend dressed up in the bunad. I've been married to her other son for 11 years but she didn't get misty-eyed when she saw me in my teal Karen Millen backless cocktail dress. We clearly have very, very different taste in costumes, I mean clothes. Actually, in life in general we have very different outlooks. My husband did not marry a woman cut from the same cloth as his mother. (She is a lovely person, by the way; I'm not implying otherwise).
Anyway, a little bit later, my father-in-law, long divorced from mother-in-law, came up to me to tell me how much he loved my dress. It kind of said it all about them as a couple I thought. I took the compliment graciously, of course.