Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are just sittin’ around the house. Again. No high adventure. I haven’t been able to wear a bra for 3 weeks, so at least I’m extra comfortable. And I’ve worn pillows around my gut every day. I just sorta hold pillows to my tummy when I move or walk. It’s like having a second set of love handles. This pillow was created out of Dad’s shirt and overalls. Dad’s always with me, traveling with me through my life. Even as a pillow.
Tie o’ the Day agrees with me that this heat feels like hot flashes all over again. Geez, it’s toasty outdoors. Sometimes you wanna wear a regular tie in the summer, but regular ties are heavier and cover more of your body and neck than bow ties– adding heat. No worries, my fellow wearers-o’-ties! Throw on a toddler-sized, clip-on tie. Kids’ ties clash as well as grown-ups’ ties, as is proved by this selfie. 📱 BTW Is anyone else having a 💩 day, or is it just my crabby self? 🦀
Bow Tie o’ the Day welcomes Suzanne’s new toy. Inside these boxes, strapped into my truck, is a contraption called The Ultimate SewingBox. When assembled, it’ll be as bigly as a guest bedroom. I don’t even pretend to understand the ways of scrappers, sewers, crafters, etc. Apparently, they all need a special box/cabinet for their various productions. Because I’m still not allowed to drive, Suzanne drove us to American Fork to pick up her prize. I held two pillows to my gut the entire bouncy, rickety-truck drive. 😬 🙀 👒
Neckwear and Pocket Squares o’ the Day call to me from Beau Ties, LTD– my favorite bow tie makers. Yes, I can hear their bow-shaped voices all the way here from where they are hatched in Vermont. I currently have two monthly bow tie subscriptions: 2 bow ties per month in the mail. The subscriptions are through another company, at a drastically lower cost. When I dream impossible dreams, I dream of these three subs and their monthly deliveries. Cost is only $1370 per year. Maybe in my next life.
Tie o’ the Day symbolizes Suzanne’s glee. After my surgery, she bought herself clothes at the hospital gift shop on the way to my room. Another day, she sent a text to me in my hospital bed saying, “The Ultimate SewingBox is $300 off! Can I order it?” A sewing lamp got ordered too. And she found a purse in the gift shop as we left Huntsman. This is what happens when your wife has your debit card for safekeeping, and you’re too drugged up to say NO to her. 😉 🤗 🙃
Surfin’ Bow Tie o’ the Day and I know you’re wondering if I still gussy up in my own fashion every day, although I’m a lone prisoner in my own home. Of course, I dress. First, I have to take these selfies. Second, what more can I do in my state of perpetual exhaustion? Third, if a fashion style falls in a forest, without anyone to hear it, it does still make a clashy sound. A person really should think enough of themselves to dress up to hear themselves. 👔
With all the down-time I’m trying to fill up, cassette tape Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are doing some serious self-reflection– a little personal evaluation of my life/human/spiritual progress. Whenever I self-assess, I always come up short of where I want my soul to be. But the upside is that it’s easy to make a lengthy Do-Better List of the traits and deeds I need to work on. As I convalesce for the next few weeks, my Do-Better List will grow. That’s why I’ll need stamina. 📋 🏋️♀️
Bandage Tie o’ the Day is trying to help speed up my recovery– CUZ I’M GOING NUTS!!! I hate my bed, my couch, my loveseat, and every chair in my house. I hate the patio chairs. I hate the deck chairs. I hate the blow-up mattress. I’m tired of being too tired to do anything but sit or lie down. I occasionally walk around the house to shoo away any possible blood clots. But I’m so bored that I’m boring to myself. And that’s never happened before. 🤡
Bow Tie o’ the Day pays fond tribute to Mom’s little sister, Arlene, who passed away at home in Oak City early this morning. She was the baby of my grandfolks’ crop. Arlene was born at home, to Martha and LeRoy Anderson, without a doctor. She was premature, and the only way they could keep her tiny, tiny, tiny body warm was to heat her in the oven– until Grandpa built her an incubator. Here’s Grandma Martha and her girls, in 1972. (L-R, Shirley, Arlene, Rosalie, Grandma, Barbara, Mom.) 💐
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I just finished brunch. What did we eat for brunch on this Sabbath morning? Popsicles. 3 Popsicles, to be precise. Since escaping the hospital eleven days ago, Popsicles have been my food staple. They taste yummy and feel good in my tummy. And they aren’t filling, so I can just lallygag around consuming them constantly. “Chain Popsicle-ing,” I suppose. I calculate that in these past eleven days, I have eaten over 100. And now I’ve got a pile of Popsicle sticks to craft with. 😎