A Regular Tie At Lunch

At Jessica’s wedding luncheon, I wore a necktie. Father o’ the bride, myBlaine, said, “Where’s the bow tie?” The wedding “color” was camo, and I don’t own a camo bow tie, so I wore a camo skinny tie. I told myBlaine not to fret, cuz I’d bow-tie-up for the reception. Which I did. Suzanne’s mom took this pic at the luncheon. It captures so much about Suzanne and me, and I love that Suzanne’s mom wanted to snap it. 📸 (Suzanne’s a fantabulous guest on the tblog, don’t ya think?)

Here A Tie, There A Tie, Everywhere A Tie, Tie

Yesterday, everywhere Ties o’ the Day and I went, we ran into bow ties. At the wedding festivities for Suzanne’s niece, Jessica,  bow ties abounded. Here I am with the bride’s pa, myBlaine. I always call him that: to me, he will always be myBlaine. Note: he’s a tall guy. In the picture below, you will see Suzanne and the amazingly cute Claire, also wearing a bow tie to top off her purty outfit. We love them both, to Pluto—the former planet–and back. 👰 🤵