Cool-A-Rama

Tie o’ the Day is made of a thick, weighty cotton weave. I wish you could feel its considerable heft. Even better, I wish you could watch me attempt to tie it. Its thick knot is so stiff it can only barely be tightened or loosened. Tie’s heaviness makes it a wonderful choice for wearing on a chilly day. In a pinch, you could crawl inside and use it as a very tight, but cozy, sleeping bag to toast your bones. Or, at least a finger or two.

Last night was the first time since June it was cool enough to sleep with the windows open. Not only does that mean we’re close to cape weather, it means we’re hitting long sleeve weather, which means we’re entering cufflinks weather. We here at TIE O’ THE DAY welcome you with open arms and closed cuffs into a chillier time of year– with mustard and ketchup bottles Cufflinks o’ the Day.

I Was Just Trying To Help

This morning, I wrote out a list of chores on a Post-it note, listing Tie o’ the Day’s assignments. Tie got started early, and began doing some much-needed ironing for the household. Good Tie!

When I was a wee sprite, one day while Mom was at work at the Delmart,  I decided to learn to iron. Unfortunately, I began my ironing education by attempting to iron my swimming suit. Guess who melted her swimming suit? And then I tried to hide the iron-shaped, melted spot by secretly letting it go for a spin in the washer, putting in gallons of Tide. Foam escaped the washer lid, so I used every towel in the house to sop it up. Of course, the washer venture wasn’t successful in restoring my swimsuit.

My thinker then decided that because there were heavy-duty chemicals in the city pool (the old outdoor pool), going for a swim session in my melted garb would surely put the swimsuit back into its original state. No luck with that either. Alas, I had to confess my well-meaning misstep to my mother. Fortunately for me, she thought it was a funny story. Whew! I never ironed in that house again. Nor did I do any laundry. Mom’s heart was gladdened about all that. 😇