Month: December 2017

Bow Tie/Ties o’ the Day are fruit of the same family tree. (An olive tree! Har, har, har!) And it’s a thirsty tree. New Year’s Eve is always a black-tie event, wherever you spend it. Whether celebrating in a ritzy ballroom, at a hootenanny in a barn, or sitting in your underwear in your own living room, you must wear something formal-ish. Be dazzling! Be exuberant! And call me if you need a designated driver, wherever you might find yourself hiccupping . 🥂 🍸 🍾 🍻 🍷 🥛

Tie o’ the Day and I celebrate early. It’s kosher cuz our party potations are Coke products. As for me and my house, we will drink the Diet Coke. I did get Suzanne a bottle of real champagne. BTW She is still sleeping in. Sleeping late and napping are her true parties. Sleeping is Suzanne’s favorite part of her holiday staycation. It’s her fave part of her life. Her personal best for sleeping-in happened one Saturday in Delta, when she slept until 5 PM. 🛌 😴

Bow Tie o’ the Day suggested we re-watch MAJOR CRIMES, and re-arrange books. Sounded good. Suzanne might sew. Only two of her sewing machines are currently on our dining table, so I hope one of those is the one she’ll need. Otherwise, Bow Tie and I will be lugging yet another one downstairs. Suzanne has a sewing room upstairs. But she’s a stalker! If I’m down in the living room, she and her machines have to be there too. Gee, I really hate that. NOT! 😁

Tie O’ The Day is luscious, and it provides full-on clash while paired with Shirt o’ the Day. This holiday season, you’ve seen me wear X-mas suspenders. I decided I liked ’em, even though I’m a don’t-like-to-tuck-in-shirts girl. I decided I wanna wear suspenders sometimes, and I’ve got a suspender or two in the Tie Room. I promised Suzanne I won’t spend money collecting  suspenders. So, here’s my plan: Y’all buy me some as “gifts, ” and my website account—not I– will reimburse you. 😉

Bow Tie o’ the Day and I were excited to receive a package this afternoon, containing a book of Miller Williams’ collected poems. We’ve been reading and reading til our readers are sore. This tiny poem, called “Compassion,” is one of our faves. Out of its teeny-tiny-ness, comes an Extra Value Meal of food for thought. We’ve read it a dozen times so far, and we can’t quit pondering its profundity. We’re kinda glad the idea of compassion is repeating in our heads. It’s kinda nice.

So I walk into the kitchen this morning—still half-asleep—to fill my mini-keg with Diet Coke. And whoa! I see this surfboard that Bow Tie o’ the Day dragged home. Bow Tie informed me this is not, in fact, a surfboard. It’s a product called an ironing board. I have no earthly idea what you do with one of these. Bow Tie tried to explain its function, but it all sounded like BLAH BLAH BLAH to me. I guess I’ll have to YouTube it.

I really am wearing Bow Tie o’ the Day. It presents rust, brown, and gold paisley-scatter. You can’t see that, but you can see we are in motion right now. Bow Tie and I be quick! Actually, this is a self-portrait photo of how I think I probably look when I’m on the manic side of my bipolarity pendulum. Sometimes even a bow tie can’t settle my head. But I’ve learned I have to poke fun at my precarious extremes, or I can’t manage their dangers.

Bow Tie o’ the Day is one of my very few sad ties. The bow only has one bow-shaped side. And its strap inevitably comes unclasped right after I close it. I wear the tie occasionally for as long as I can stand its continual falling off, so it doesn’t feel neglected and lonesome. I’ve doctored Bow Tie, but the situation is terminal. There will soon come a day I have to put it out of its misery. I hope that day doesn’t come forever.

Bow Tie o’ the Day classes me up. After wearing my new X-mas pj’s for two days, I’m adding a formal black-and-silver bow tie. It’s the perfect accessory for getting my gussy-up on. Suzanne’s been off work for a week so far, and I’ve already declared Pajama Day three times. Pajamas don’t keep us from accomplishing projects. Here, Suzanne is embroidering while clad in her pj’s. And while in mine, this afternoon I slipped on a magazine and accomplished throwing my Panky further out of whack. 😖

Art Deco Tie o’ the Day is elated to be at-bat. I’m not kidding when I say the non-holiday neckwear has been jealous of the holiday ties. Despite my assurances, they were beginning to question whether they would ever have a chance to be worn again. When they saw me bin-up the Christmas ties, they cheered. And I cheered too. As much as I adore my flock o’ Christmas ties, I was tiring of the constant Ho/balls/Santa/tree theme. It feels good to be theme-less again.