Day: February 21, 2019

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The Oscar Ceremony Looms

A few weeks ago, I began the hunt for my Academy Awards attire, but I still haven’t made my choice o’ outfit yet. The more I browse through the fashion magazines, the more eye-assaulting clothing I find. And you know I must live up to others’ fashion expectations for me. I’m totally feeling the pressure to finally make the right choice, not just because the ceremony is in a few days, but because I have to nail it. I have a fashion reputation to uphold. My neckwear and I must entertainingly strut our slapstick slap-dashery stuff on the Red Carpet.

This afternoon, Bow Ties o’ the Day have been helping me picture myself in two possible attire choices. I have nice legs, so either of these outfits works as far as that goes. The black get-up looks a bit boring for me– color-wise, I mean. 😉 And its design doesn’t include a hat. I’m always up for sporting a hat. On the plus side, it appears– based on the model’s presentation– you’re not supposed to wear a bra with this outfit. We ladies know it’s always a bonus to not have to wear a bra. But is the bra-less aspect worth choosing this look for the bigly night o’ awards? I dunno.

On the whole, the scarf-y, kickin’ clothing is closer to being in alignment with my soul. But still… I’m not feelin’ it. My get-up choice must strike me with just the right lightning bolt. I guess there’s no lightning in my skies over these two choices, so I’ll keep hunting for the perfect-est. Oscar. duds. ever.

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Hairs Thursday #1


It took Suzanne and three Bow Ties o’ the Day to make my hairdo. Orange paisley Bow Tie helped Suzanne put in the curlers. Blue, polka dot Bow Tie was present for the two curlers-out photos. And black/ivory/gold Bow Tie showed up for the unveiling of the finished product.

This was the first time Suzanne experienced working on my hair, which she now says is the straightest hair she’s ever known. It is stubbornly straight. I had a few perms in my youth and not one “took.” I’ve always known the near-impossibility of styling my hair. Suzanne learned it first-hand last night.

Remember: I haven’t had my hairs cut since May, and it was an asymmetrical cut. I think Suzanne performed magic with what she had to work with. When I told her she has to build a hairdo for me once a week until the end of May– for Thursday posts– she got absolutely gleeful. She sees my hairs as an exciting challenge. She’s getting ideas for hairdo after hairdo. And we had a blast last night while she tried to perform a hairs miracle on my noggin. She chuckled at my locks the entire time, although once her chuckle sounded like it came out of nervous fear. Yeah, my hairs do scary things. (I refer to my hair as “hairs” because each strand has its own straight plans.)

Mom’s Thursday Hair Day appointment always gave her hair what she called “a little oomph.” I told Suzanne I wanted her to give my hair some oomph too. She proceeded to rat and rat and rat and rat and rat.

This ‘do is a never-do-again.