It is 17. mai!My bunad is hanging unused in a closet in Norway, and I have not held a flag since forever. Also, it is a day for blisters from bunadssko, being too cold or too warm, but sharing all this with millions of others going through the same in their traditional clothing. Also we stuff ourselves with hot dogs, ice cream and cake, and do this weird thing: smiling in public at strangers. We never do this the rest of the year, maybe we use up all our outgoing skills this day and have to rest our facial muscles for a year...
Photo is from luxus.no, googled and I tried find some free for use, but I got fed up.
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