Month: January 2018

When I’m on the manic side of my bipolarity, my head runs circles around odd things. How it started: I figured that since I’m 53, I’ve maybe got 30 years left. Simple enough. But then I was compelled to calculate how many Ties o’ the Day I can wear @ 2 per day for 30 years. The answer: 21,900. So then I obsessed about how I’m going to afford to acquire enough. Then that compelled me to figure out how to house them. And then that got me thinking about…..

This Cravat o’ the Day’s fabric design is Victorian in its style. How it’s stylistically distinct from this morning’s Edwardian design is beyond me. And I have more significant things to do with my time than to do a bunch of research about the differences. Maybe if I get really, really bored…. Anyhoo, I’ve been exploring websites selling ascots, so you’ll soon be seeing my ascot-ed neck. I’m branching out it seems. Sometimes ya just gotta change it up. Sometimes ya need a little strange. 😲

The DHL delivery dude finally came yesterday, so I’m wearing a Cravat o’ the Day for the first time in my life. I did a bit of research, and I learned that all ties/bow ties evolved from the cravat. I’m still trying to figure out the difference between a cravat and a day cravat, which apparently is not this kind. Tie’s design is considered Victorian. The ties in my collection happily took to the cravats, and even welcomed them to eat lunch at their table.

Bow Ties o’ the Day style bigly, decked out in glittered-up attitude. I try to throw a fistful of glitter in the air daily, to add awesome beauty wherever I travel. PINK taught me how. Like her or not, her 2010 Grammy performance of “Glitter in the Air,” is artistically gorgeous. YouTube it immediately. We’ve got our PINK concert tickets for May. Somehow, the tickets we bought were wheelchair seats. When we exchanged ’em, the right tickets were four times as much. Most. Expensive. Date. Night. Ever.

Bow Tie o’ the Day and I will likely be captive at home all day. We’re expecting a delivery of new ties, and we’ve been told we have to sign for the delivery. The scheduled time the package will be here, according to DHL, is “by end of day.” Wow! We’ve found something worse than waiting for the DIRECTV technician. We usually get a four-hour window of arrival with that. The new ties might show up any minute. But probably not, with my package delivery luck.

Tie o’ the Day is the result of courage. My nephew, Travis, and his wife, Collette, took up their fortitude, and searched for a tie I didn’t already own. Success! They gifted me Tie for X-mas. The Blackwelder’s are tough, brave, generous, adventurous folks. Travis doesn’t hold it against me (maybe he doesn’t remember) that when he was a kid, I called him Crapass. I pronounced it to rhyme with his name. Sometimes. I shouldn’t have done it. But it was funny, so I had to. 🤡

It’s a good thing I have my 2-year supply o’ ties. Every year after Christmas, tie racks everywhere become The Islands of Misfit Ties. The racks are nearly empty, and the remaining ties feel rejected cuz no one wanted them. I declare these to be Ties o’ the Day, so they can feel appreciated and worthy of their own existence. I was too late to save one. The tie on the floor gave up and jumped from its rack, to its untimely demise.

With Suzanne back to work, I got oodles of writing done today. But I had to dig up a photo of her to put on my desk, because I am so lonesome. This is the pic I found, and I’m guessing it’s a yearbook photo from her high school teaching years, in the early 90’s. So Suzanne’s bolo tie is our Tie o’ the Day. Way back then, she had no idea an accessory such as a bolo would eventually make her famous. But it did. 👏🏻

Tie o’ the Day is consoling me in my loneliness. This morning, Suzanne had to return to work after  2 weeks on staycation. No more PJ Days. At least, not until the weekend. I know darn well Suzanne went back to her office cuz she’d had enough of me and the Tie population. She’d be sewing or crocheting away, then look up and see Ties being staged for a post photo. I don’t know how she stood it, but she did. She deserves a trophy from D.I.! 🏆

Ties/Bow Ties o’ the Day are not bigly fans of college football –not even bowl games. (Bowl games with BYU and/or UTAH, excluded.) Thus, they aren’t partaking of any of the games on today’s gridiron menu. Instead, they have divided themselves up to play Tic-Tac-Toe on the living room floor. It’s Ties versus Bow Ties. They’ve been playing for hours, enjoying every move. But neither team has won a game. They TIE every time. How appropriate! I’m re-christening the game with a new moniker: TIE-Tac-Toe. 🤡