Month: April 2017

Tie o’ the Day #2 is from VAN HEUSEN, and the shirt hails from Old Navy. What makes the splash of this look is the complete clash of forms. The shirt’s organic forms couple fabulously with Tie o’ the Day’s geometric forms. Here’s the design equation: organic shapes + geometric shapes = DANDY CLASH SPECTACLE! See, fashion math pays off once again for anyone who is gawking at it. The impulse toward true clash fashion should result in equal parts pop-up book pages, and basic eyesore. Take your pick. Just enjoy the choice.

CHURCH BOW TIE!

Got serious? Had to furrow my brow and put my serious mug on to go to church. Sacrament Meeting assists me in my spiritual edification. Also, it’s fun to whisper during church to Sister Who Wishes To Remain Nameless. And church has a tendency to brings on naps–in church and after. 😜

Tie o’ the Day #1 is a lovely polka dot blue bow by Stacy Adams. Shirt is designed with mini green, white, and gray squares. Vest is by JOHN VARVATOS. Note the striped vest back. This ‘fit is a nice example of extreme clash fashion, cuz ya got yer dots, yer checks, and yer stripes mixed together for your eyeballs to enjoy.

Gotta get back to my naps.

FYI! Oodles of you must be wondering if I wear ties when I sleep. The answer: sometimes.🤠 [The cowboy hat is because I don’t cotton to the idea that “Home is where you take your boots/hat off.” Nope, home is wear you take your tie off.]

Roxy sports our Tie o’ the Day, a dreamy pink Stacy Adams number. Alas, we made it through our yard sale earlier today. Now Roxy has cranked up the Pink Floyd for us, and we are vegetating as effortlessly as possible.

That pun was just sitting there in the header, so I had to stretch for it. I’m not saying I made a clean catch of it, but I tried. It was quite a groaner, for sure–as most genuinely funny puns are.

Shirt’s from the Gap, and it is quite Halloween/Thanksgiving/Fall/candy corn-looking. I think there’s a good chance this shirt might be laying around on a table at the yard sale in the morning. I will pay you a quarter to get it off my property.

Tie o’ the Day #1 is a swell bolo tie, also known as a “string tie.” I bought this at The Utah Arts Festival in 1987. On the back of the creation is the date and the artist’s name: Lori Mahan. Haven’t heard of her since that day. She must not have made it to the Bigs.

Notice the fish on this piece. This works so well for us cuz it is Fish Friday. And from the look of this artsy bolo, it is also Heart Friday, and Dog Friday. School lunch menus gave us fish sticks and fish burgers on Fridays, but I don’t recall ever being served hearts or cute dogs on Fridays.😁

Delaware State Police Trooper, Cpl. Stephen J. Ballard, was gunned down and killed in the line of duty yesterday. Put his family in your prayers.

Tie o’ the Day #1 (another Stacy Adams) wanted to take a ride up to the grocery store today. The darn scamp kept putting items into the shopping cart when I wasn’t looking. 3 boxes of cereal, 2 packages of Twizzlers cherry pull ‘n’ peel licorice, 2 bags of potato chips, and a package of strawberry sugar wafers. It’s a good thing I find all of those things yummy. As for what I put in the cart: A steak and Diet Coke. All I can say is that if Tie is gonna put all that stuff in the shopping cart, it should certainly be generous enough to pull out its wallet and pay for it.😤

Also, Utes hat is courtesy of a company called Signatures. Go, UTES!!!

Oh, and I’m wearing another Bugatchi. Surprise, surprise.

Tie o’ the Day #LOTS!

A Stacy Adams tiepile! And Skitter felt the urge to jump in and transform it into a true DOGPILE!!!

Tie o’ the Day #1 is a purple harlequin wonder. Very spiffy. It is from ALFANI. Shirt is a Bugatchi, of course.

I wrote out a list of chores on a Post-it note, listing Tie’s assignments for today. Tie got started early, and began doing some much-needed ironing for the household. Good Tie!

When I was a wee sprite, one day while Mom was at work at the Delmart,  I decided to learn to iron. Unfortunately, I began my ironing education by attempting to iron my swimming suit. Guess who melted her swimming suit? And then I tried to hide the iron-shaped, melted spot by secretly letting it go for a spin in the washer, putting in gallons of Tide. Foam escaped the washer lid, so I used every towel in the house to sop that up. Of course, that washer venture wasn’t successful in restoring my swimsuit.

My thinker then decided that because there were heavy-duty chemicals in the city pool (the old outdoor pool), going for a swim session would surely put the swimsuit back into its original state. But still no luck with that. Alas, I had to confess my well-meaning misstep to my mother. Fortunately for me, she thought it was a funny story. Whew! I never ironed in that house again. Nor did I do any laundry. Mom’s heart was gladdened about all that. 😇

Tie o’ the Day invaded my office in the loft a few minutes ago. I was busily doing the hunt-and-peck thing at my keyboard–writing money-making poetry, which doesn’t really make much money. And then much to my amusement, the scoundrel hopped up on the printer/copier to do what we’ve all done during office parties where the holiday punch was purposely spiked. Like each of us once did, Tie o’ the Day made copies of its butt! Yup, I did that once. Oops! (At least I did that before the internet, so I probably don’t have to be afraid the copies will show up anywhere in my future.)

Perhaps I haven’t always been the best example for my ties and bow ties. But Heck Tate,  that was way back in the 80’s. I have repented many times since then, for many 80’s things. And for the 90’s things. And for the 00’s and 10’s stuff too. As evidence of my contrition, I can show you dozens of pairs of jeans where the knees are worn completely out from my dropping to my knees to pray for forgiveness for my various missteps.

Gee, all that repenting makes me sound like a not-so-perfect person. I guess we are all in that same sailboat, huh? And I guess that’s the reason we are supposed to help each other move through the choppy waves of life. That’s what people are for. I’m gonna repeat something I’ve preached often: Things are meant to be used. People are meant to be loved.

 

Tie o’ the Day #1 (from Croft & Barrow) has been listening to Sia. Clearly, Tie decided it was “gonna swing from the chandelier.” Obviously, the tie hijinks is not out of Tie o’ the Day’s system. I don’t mind this tie action (and I do like the song) as much as I mind Tie singing “Chandelier” over and over, since tie does not have a pleasant singing voice.

I don’t mean to brag, but I have a spectacular singing voice–as long as I’m alone in the car belting loudly with every song on every cd I crank up. Currently, I am listening almost exclusively to Mumford and Sons cd’s. The band is an acquired taste, so I’m not necessarily advocating that you all try a listen. If you’re musically adventurous, I think you’ll be pleased with them though.

The joke in my family about Mom singing us to sleep is that it was effective in putting us to sleep because we were trying to get our consciousness away from hearing it. Even she knows she can’t carry a tune: she drops tunes when she gives singing a try. I suppose I got more from my mother than just her name.  If you’re in my car with me, I promise I won’t torture you with my “speshul” crooning voice.