Bow Tie o’ the Day and I have been gussying up the house for tomorrow’s bigly holiday: National Bow Tie Day. And we’re simultaneously getting in some much needed exercise. It’s a good thing VOGUE magazine showed up this month to clue me into wearing a fashionable puffy coat and frilly skirt, as well as to illustrate how to vacuum the house and bounce around on the mini- trampoline at the very same time.
It’s serendipitous that we even receive VOGUE and all of its relevant information in our non-vogue lives. It’s one of two magazines we’ve regularly received for years without ever subscribing to them. They are aren’t gift subs from anybody, and I can’t get the subscriptions canceled either. We just seem to have found ourselves on some elite list somewhere with the snooty people who get free things just cuz somebody put them on the snooty list for swag. I’m thinking TIE O’ THE DAY is simply that hip and that famous. It’s my ticket to the bigly time.
I wish VOGUE magazine had some effective trick to help me fall asleep later tonight, on this most exciting night of the year. As it is, I’ll do what I always do on National Bow Tie Day Eve, which is to crawl under my sock monkey blankets and count bow ties– like counting sheep– until my eyes can no longer stay open. It won’t put me to sleep, but it will give me a head-start on tomorrow’s National Bow Tie Day festivities.
