Day: December 17, 2018

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Happy Bra-lidays!

The Tree o’ Bra’s. Flashback! Picture it! December, 1982. An apartment building in Ogden, UT, called Harrison Heights, directly west of Weber State College. (It was still a college back then.) Picture six WSC female students living in one apartment. Three of the six hailed from Delta. Those three gals? Yours truly, Terilyn Anderson, and Tauna Louder.

We had few lights or ornaments for trimming our Christmas tree, so we came up with our own speshul decor. (This is why you should always have clean underwear.) All visitors to our abode enjoyed our sexily festive tree. Especially the Elders Quorum. And I seem to recall our bra tree provoked plenty o’ guessing about which bra belonged to which broad. Ho, ho, ho and ho, ho, ho! Six, count ’em. Six.

I’m still amused about our brassiere-clad tree. But when I found this photo, I– being who I am– wanted to see how the tree might have looked if I had lived alone and had been going through a fit of bow tie mania. I think Bow Ties o’ the Day look superbly fa-la-la-la-la pasted on the picture of the tree. But the bras win, cups down. We girls chose the right when we chose the bra theme.

I can’t believe I still had this photo in my files. These little surprises rock. Such “finds” make cleaning out boxes and bins and files infinitely interesting. On one hand, I want to be done going through musty old boxes and dusty envelopes. I want the culling project finished right now. On the other hand, I hope I never get to the end of mysterious boxes and bins and files of lost treasures.

BTW I’m adding these six, cut-out catalog Bow Ties o’ the Day to our seasons’ tally total, because I do have these actual bow ties in my collection. The HOLIDAY TIE TALLY, as of this post: 66 Bow ties. 125 Neckties. And there are plenty more to come, in the final week before X-mas.

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I Know How To Add Up The Tie Tally

Bow Tie o’ the Day and Tie o’ the Day remind me that my growing-out-my-hair situation could be worse than it is. I could have no hair at all. Personally, I think these bald skulls look pretty wocka-wocka in Santa hats.

Seriously, I want to shave my head again– after I’ve grown it out this one last time. I’ve shaved it twice in my life. The first time, I did it in the late 80’s. I liked it. But it was in Utah, so it didn’t go over all that well at the time.

I was fine with being a hairless outsider. But soon after I shaved my noggin, Suzanne and I were on the sidewalk in front of ZCMI, and some dude had to be tough and rude about my bald head. I actually felt like we were in danger. And all because of my apparently world-ending bald head. When I’ve ended up in that kind of situation, I’ve always been able to deal with it. But it wasn’t fair that my hairlessness put Suzanne in danger. No matter how much I liked my no-hairs head, I would not do that to her again. I kept my head hatted until my hairs grew out enough to be non-threatening to the status quo.

Flash forward to the early 2000’s, when my Delta hairdo-er, Miss Sandy, did me the honor of shaving my head, as per my request. I figured times had changed a bit in Utah, and the whole state would be ready for my shiny head. I was, in fact, relatively safe and rarely mocked– especially in Delta, where no one dared to hassle Dad’s baby girl.

But clearly, I didn’t keep my head shaved. When I shaved it that second time, Suzanne said NO MORE BALDY. According to her, my head isn’t shaped right to have a bald head. The shape of my head didn’t seem to bother her in 1986. She liked it back then. But I’m not going to argue with Suzanne. She puts up with so much of my comedy malarkey, the least I can do is keep my misshapen head all furred up and hidden from her and from the unsuspecting world.

HOLIDAY TIE TALLY: 60 Bow ties. 125 Neckties.