Bow Tie o’ the Day, my hand weights, and I want to say a thing or two about weight. During my stay at Huntsman, I dropped 10 pounds. But I call such weight “fake weight.” It’s the kind of lost weight that when you finally get home, it returns at the rate of lickety-split. I ate one Popsicle, a serving of applesauce, and 2 Altoids– and WHOOSH, 8 pounds was right back on my “old lady gut.” Surgery is an expensive and painful way to lose 10 pounds for only a week. ๐ย ๐งย ๐พ
I Transform My Shirts Into Capes
Bow Tie o’ the Day checked out new flooring possibilities with us. The flooring must be worthy of touching The Ultimate SewingBox’s hallowed feet. This photo shows how Suzanne and I hunt for house things: she looks at samples, and I take selfies for tie posts. It works for us, cuz Suzanne’s The Decider. I, however, have VETO power if she chooses something hideous I can’t live with. She has good taste, so I’ve had to use my VETO power only a handful of times, since 1985. ย ๐ฌย ๐ก