Day: January 12, 2018

I’d been at Suzanne’s office, watching her eat lunch. (That’s how we have lunch together.) When my old truck deposited me back home, these four packages o’ neckwear were sitting outside our front door. I stand all amazed! Technically, these are Ties/Bow Ties o’ the Day o’ the Future. But I can’t control my exuberance, so I’m sharing these with you before I even open them. For now, you’ll have to use your tie-maginations about what treasures might be boxed up herein. Get your peepers ready!

Bow Tie o’ the Day screams out, no matter what shirt I’m wearing. Worn with this shirt, it creates fabutastic clash fashion. To go out erranding while wearing this get-up is to be a beacon: No one can look away. I don’t want to be a beacon of anything, but I do have to be me. And today, this is me. Actually, THIS IS I is the correct grammar. Grammar, shrammar! Y’all understood exactly what I meant. THIS IS I sounds snootynoxious. That ain’t I. Er….ME.