Bring the wide end under the narrow part...
I have long been of the opinion that I tie my ties like a cack-handed spazz. As nobody wants to display their cack-handed spazzness in such a visible area as the collar, I felt that it was finally time to grab my tie by its extremities and knot it like the erudite and sophisticated person I pretend to be.
I was surprised to discover that, in fact, I tie like a left-handed cack-handed spazz. Evidently my mother, who I presume to have educated me in the ways of ties, cravats and other neckwear, failed to consider the importance of mirror-image learning. In some ways this is reassuring for me, as it suggests that my mother hasn't been spending her time in expensive hotel rooms seductively tying the ties of wealthy businessmen, but still, what a shock to discover that for nigh on 25 years I've been knotting like a left-hander.
It was this realisation that led me to stand in front of my computer screen with my tie seized in my spazzy cack-hands and attempting to scroll with my elbow. It took some practice, but I was able to move from my standard left-handed four-in-hand knot, through the right-handed version and on to the half-windsor. I did progress forward to the full Windsor, but decided to keep that one in reserve for extreme tie emergencies.
This morning, I applied my new abilities and arrived at work with a symmetric knot, clearly tied by someone of the dexter persuasion. How will the ladies resist me?
I was surprised to discover that, in fact, I tie like a left-handed cack-handed spazz. Evidently my mother, who I presume to have educated me in the ways of ties, cravats and other neckwear, failed to consider the importance of mirror-image learning. In some ways this is reassuring for me, as it suggests that my mother hasn't been spending her time in expensive hotel rooms seductively tying the ties of wealthy businessmen, but still, what a shock to discover that for nigh on 25 years I've been knotting like a left-hander.
It was this realisation that led me to stand in front of my computer screen with my tie seized in my spazzy cack-hands and attempting to scroll with my elbow. It took some practice, but I was able to move from my standard left-handed four-in-hand knot, through the right-handed version and on to the half-windsor. I did progress forward to the full Windsor, but decided to keep that one in reserve for extreme tie emergencies.
This morning, I applied my new abilities and arrived at work with a symmetric knot, clearly tied by someone of the dexter persuasion. How will the ladies resist me?