Month: April 2017

Just colors and squares for Tie o’ the Day #2 (DOCKERS) and Shirt o’ the Day #2 (Bugatchi), as well.

More yammering on the morrow.🤡

Tie o’ the Day #1 is an ALFANI. Button-down, pocket-bearing shirt is a houndstooth Bugatchi.

In a recent Letter to the Editor in The New Yorker, a writer references an 1891 Oscar Wilde essay called “The Decay of Lying”. In his essay, Wilde tells us that “the true liar” can be recognized by his “frank, fearless statements, his superb irresponsibility, his healthy, natural disdain of proof of any kind!” Alternative facts, anyone? Policy by Twitter, my friends? Can you say OLIGARCHY?

In the same issue of The New Yorker, on the same Letter to the Editor page, another writer talks about the idea bruited around that Trump acts like a child. This writer says, “This is an affront to children everywhere: children are not inherently narcissistic, ignorant, cruel, or vindictive. They tend to accept other human beings with an open mind and heart, without prejudice. Would that a five-year-old were our President.”

Ponder that, folks.

Tie o’ the Day #2 is a remarkably beautiful pink/blue/purple bow tie from Stacy Adams. Shirt is a thirty-year-old stussy.

I remember walking through Nordstrom’s at Crossroads Mall in Salt Lake City, in the late 80’s–when out of nowhere, the buttons on this black shirt called my name. I will never tire of their varied sizes and pearl essence. This is a shirt I will have until the day my Hanky Panky finally does me in. I do need to wear it more than I do, but I have always had this little problem about wearing something speshul. I try to “save” it so I don’t ruin it. That is so stoopid, so I’m working on being better at actually wearing my fave-rave clothes. If wearing my best duds out into the world wears them out, then so be it. It’s the circle of clothing life, isn’t it?

Tie o’ the Day #1 is a pierre cardin. Fluttery stripes created out of small squares. Shirt’s an old stripey CHAPS. The shirt kinda reminds me of Dad’s overalls. The combination of this shirt and Dad’s overalls would be a prime example of clash fashion. It’s a safe bet that you will see that ‘fit show up on this tblog.

We just got finished eating “dinner” at Mom’s. Although technically “dinner” is an evening meal, I have always felt like the afternoon meal is either lunch or dinner, based on the dishes served. Something lighter, like a sandwich, is lunch. Something more substantial, like a roast, is dinner. However, the mid-day meal is the only meal that can be accurately designated as one of two different names. For example, breakfast is always breakfast; brunch is always brunch; the evening meal is always dinner. But depending on what is on your plate, the mid-day meal is either lunch or dinner.

Now, that was a truly interesting voyage into sociolinguistics, wasn’t it? Yes, I think about such topics. Why? I have no idea. Anyhoo…

Mom’s table was surrounded by me, Suzanne, Gary, Kathi, and Ritchi. Mom didn’t sit down to eat, but walked around the kitchen doing vague things to make sure we were all feasting away voraciously. Roast, mashed potatoes, carrots, green beans, stuffing (from Anne), rolls. OMGolly, there was plenty o’ nourishment to farctate the county. And then right when we are done eating, and we have pushed back our chairs from the table, Mom grows a lightbulb above her head and exclaims, “I forgot the salad in the fridge.” Sure enough, she retrieves a green salad from the fridge and tries to feed it to us before we leave. (We cannot eat one more calorie, Mom, or we will explode and implode and combust, simultaneously.) But there is no telling Mom “no”. She simply doesn’t hear that word when it comes to her putting food on your plate. Selective hearing is a skill she has mastered. In fact, it’s the only kind of hearing she can still manage to do.

 

Tie o’ the Day #2 is a satin pink bow tie from KNOTS FOR HOPE, benefitting the Suzanne G. Komen fund. I’m wearing it with my #WarriorsForWhitney t-shirt.

Jake’s Jess and her friends are currently rallying community support–monetary donations and otherwise–for Whitney Shurtz. She is a married mother of four young kids, and has been recently diagnosed with breast cancer. She faces an unbelievable battle right now: double mastectomy, radiation, and chemo therapy. The Delta community is being incredibly supportive. Living in a small town has its benefits. We are all very much aware that when something happens to one person here, it happens to everyone. I wish we all saw the entire world like that. Now, this is where you go read John Donne’s “No Man is an Island”. Ponder it.

There is no polite way to put it: CANCER SUCKS!

Tie o’ the Day #1 says, “Howdy!” A wild, many-patterned Stacy Adams, it is. Shirt is a Carbon, from Rue 21. I do not recommend their button-down shirts. They are the wrinkliest shirts I have ever been acquainted with. I only own two of them, but they are definitely going in the impending yard sale. I may have to pay someone to take them away, but it will be worth it. If I decide to be magnanimous, I will throw in my iron for good measure.

Mom and Peggy have a fetish about ironing clothes. They both find it appalling whenever they see someone sporting a wrinkle in their clothes at church. On our drinking and driving adventures, it is a routine topic of conversation for them. Mom consistently jokes about how she and Peggy want to put an ad in The Chronicle, offering lessons in the art of ironing; but they don’t do it cuz they say no one even knows what an iron is. Mom often threatens to go over to Kathi’s and iron Bosten’s shirts, so he can wear crisp, wrinkle-free shirts to church. I have told her to quit fussing about it  and just be glad he showed up for church.

Suzanne often irons, but she mostly irons material that she is going to use to sew/craft with. Occasionally, if the ironing board is up, she irons my church pants. I’m sure she does it just to keep Mom from belly-aching at me about my duds in church.

And here’s a thing for the group of LDS women who are trying to get LDS church leaders to ok the wearing of pants in church for women who prefer to do that: Put your neatly ironed big girl pants on, one leg at a time–as they say–and go to church. I do. And I’m as welcome as can be.

If you don’t know the song from which the above header’s lyrics hail, you are way too young to be spending your time sitting home looking at a tblog.🤣

Tie o’ the Day #2 is a formal-looking pierre cardin. The dark blue and light blue patterns play serenely on the black background. This ‘fit (see Cast o’ Words) classed up The Pub bigly this evening. The dark/light blue Bugatchi shirt beneath the tie, creates the  proper jot and tittle of contrast. If it weren’t for blue, I’d have no clothes at all.

Suzanne and I packed up Deja (see Cast o’ Folks) to its gills with boxes of books, dvd’s, and whatever else we were able to fit in it, for the big drive to C-ville on Sunday. We had to load the boxes into the car already so we can have a bit o’ floor space throughout the house. Each of us has tripped over a mound of something or other at least once today. We are too ancient to be tripping on anything. We have great health insurance, but….. And knowing me the way I do, if I fell down I’d most likely break my Hanky Panky right in half. And then the doctor would have to put a cast on it. And then I’d have to buy it little crutches so it could get around. As fun as that sounds, I would prefer not to be part of that tremendous scene.

Tie o’ the Day # 1 is a fantastic Geoffrey Beene. This mix of blue and purple colors makes my day. How can you not be cheered up just to see it coming at you? Shirt is from Haggar. Haggar shirts run long. Almost a nightshirt on me. So what? Ain’t stopping me from wearing ’em. I’m such a rebel, eh?

Suzanne really does think my shirts are too big for me. First of all, I have to buy shirts a size bigger than what fits me better, cuz I have these breasticles that would be bustin’ out all over if I didn’t give them ample space to inhabit. Second, I hate to wear anything vaguely tight. I’m allergic to tight. Have been all my life.

When Suzanne and I were together in the 80’s, I had a penchant for balloony pants that snapped tight at the ankles. She dubbed them my Big, Fat, Ugly Pants. I guess it is just another peculiar thing that makes me me. FYI: I pretty much only wear skinny jeans these days. And yes, I wear the correct size. But they often come close to falling off me cuz I have no butt. If I wear a belt, it’s worse, cuz a belt just adds more weight to pull them down. Suspenders might be my only chance to solve this problem.

And just so you know, I have managed to keep one pair of Big, Fat, Ugly Pants, which I don’t wear when Suzanne’s around.

General Conference Bow Tie o’ the Day is just hangin’ around this morning with my new MacBook Pro. Bow tie is a lovely brown and navy blue paisley design by U.S. Polo Association. Laptop is courtesy of our tax refund. I am one slap-happy Camp Crafter camper! (Is it still called Camp Crafters?) No more lugging the desktop from C-ville to D-ville and back. Yay! It is my wholehearted opinion that every writer should own a laptop they don’t have to share with anydamnbody else. Just sayin’.

This morning, I have been packing up dvd’s and books for transport to C-ville. Where did they all come from? And what was I thinking when I thought I needed to buy the whole world?

For the most part, it’s actually relatively easy to decide what stays and what can go live somewhere else. It’s the question of where does the stuff that’s nixed go. Garbage? Yard sale? Thrift store? eBay? Things For Sale In Millard County website? Friends and relatives who might enjoy x, y, and/or z? How to divide it all up and get things to their right places is the quandary.

Why can’t we get burglarized and robbed (yes, they are two different crimes) sometime soon? That would solve so much thinking and effort. And then we could just junk all the empty boxes and bins that currently overfloweth The Beach House. I guess the insurance company wouldn’t be happy with having to cut a bigly check to us though. Let me repeat the word of our moving days: quandary.

Tie o’ the Day #2 really got into the Conference spirit, so we are sharing our Relief Society grapes with our loyal tbloggies. Viney tie is from Penguin. Shirt is a velvety-soft, lavender John Ashford from back in my Maryland era, around 20 years ago. It’s about time for someone else to get two decades of use out of it, so it’s going bye-bye in the yard sale next weekend. I’m sure I can get at least a dime out of it. Maybe.😜

But the true item of beauty here is the grape brooch, complete with its D.I. packaging and price tag. I will never remove the brooch from its packaging, for full effect. Suzanne was with me when I found this gem cluster at the D.I. in SLC in the late 80’s. Now think about this: If these fine grapes were worth 50 cents in 1986, how much more valuable do you think they are thirty years later? If they weren’t genuine antiques before, they certainly are in 2017. And they are grapes, after all. You know–as in WINE. And you know flippin’ well that liquid grapes get more pricey with the passage of time. I do believe that if we decided to sell this brooch right now, Suzanne and I would be in the bigly money!😃