Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Accompanying me today is another floppy Bow Tie o’ the Day. Expanding the types of ties I wear is giving me joy. What’s weird is that I never encounter anyone wearing ties as fascinating as mine. Never. What up with that? Have I bought all of the good ones? Or are my ties hideous, and I just don’t know it? I sometimes wonder if my ties are part of the authentic me, or are they my way of disguising my true soul from the world?
Tie/Cravat o’ the Day is helping me chill out after our dog adoption disappointment. This might not work for you, but when I’m a bit down, I simply throw on a shiny, blue tuxedo coat. Add to that a loud, flower lapel pin and a wiener dog pocket square, and there’s no way I can wallow in the wild what-might-have-been. FYI I bought my first tuxedo jacket in SLC, at the D.I. in Sugarhouse, in 1984. It was dirty white, and it cost $1. I was hooked. 🤵
Santa dogs present Bow Tie o’ the Day. Today, we drove to The Humane Society to adopt a pal for Skitter. We saw Elsa, a 12-year-old lab online, and we thought she might fit into our family. Anyhoo… We learned Elsa needs to be an only dog. She is sweet, but no longer likes to be bothered with other mutts in her home. I am teary about us not being the right family for her. Her eyes looked at me like my Araby’s eyes always did.
I’m not particularly interested in single-color ties. Bow Tie o’ the Day is a fine exception. Who can’t groove to a metal-tipped bow tie? And this one is a swell salmon/coral beaut o’ a specimen. Its shiny tips make me long to dig through my storage to find my kidhood cap-gun and holster. Oh, and spurs. I have some spurs somewhere. Yes, and chaps! In my very younger years, I wore my spurs on my high-top Converse. I vow to bring back that fantasterful look!!
Bow Tie o’ the Day be what’s called, appropriately, a floppy bow tie. And check out the steampunk necklace Suzanne gave me. Its gears actually turn. I like to be especially stylin’ when we go out shopping for things we don’t really need. But shopping’s fun. But Suzanne needs to wear fluorescent clothes from now on when we’re out being consumers. Since she lost a ton (really 65 pounds), I lose her in store aisles. I look, but sometimes I’m looking for the old Suzanne. 🛒
Bow Tie o’ the Day saw this baby pic o’ Suzanne, and now the two things are inseparable. They seem to be smitten with each other. I think I’ll let them live together in a shadow box. Maybe I’ll hang the box on a wall in the Tie Room, or maybe in the living room, so the Visiting Teachers can enjoy seeing the couple each month. Suzanne looks so impish in this photo, while Bow Tie looks so prim and proper. Suzanne is neither of those. 😜
Mango Cravat o’ the Day is resplendent. It is, however, difficult for me to sport plain-colored neckwear. Plain doesn’t have the right bang, but I guess it suits something in me sometimes. Whenever I put on a suit jacket, I hark back to THE BIG CHILL, in which Kevin Costner gives the most animated performance of his career. All of his scenes in the movie were cut, except for the scenes of his body being dressed for burial at the very beginning of the movie. 👏🏻
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.
I am on the hunt for this kitty and its combination Bow Tie o’ the Day/mustache. It’s a nice complement to the version o’ bow tie I wore in this morning’s post. Suzanne saw this snazzily-bow-tied critter on twitter, and zipped me the photos. I MUST own this kitty cat! To anyone who knows where Bowstache Kitty currently lives, there is big money in it for you to procure/steal it for me— by any means necessary. Bowstache Kitty was born to live in my space!