This is the last “in case” picture I snapped a few days ago when I was still capable of using my right arm. I must resort to other, one-armed measures for taking pix from this day forth. Of course, there is a possibility I’ll wake up in the morning with a somewhat usable right arm. Let’s hope. I think my roto cuff is feeling a touch better, just in time for my next physical therapy appointment. The PT will then make it scream again.
Anyhoo… Bow Tie o’ the Day is covered in red, abstract tree foliage, while one Tie o’ the Day is full of shiny green and red Christmas trees, set on a background of midnight black. Grand.
And the wordy Tie o’ the Day? I was hanging with a bunch o’ this Tie o’ the Day’s HO’s who were trying to turn their lives around. Get it? Cuz the word HO is turned around backwards in the mirror. That was a good example of a groaner joke/pun. But just because a joke/pun might be a mere groaner, that doesn’t mean it’s not funny. Groan on!
The middle Tie o’ the Day brings up a very serious topic for me. I’ve been meaning to address this subject ever since I began posting selfies. It’s about time I finally come clean. The subject is my eyebrows. Check out Santa’s unruly eyebrows on Tie. You may have noticed in other posts that my eyebrows have a bigly presence in my selfies– though not in this one. They aren’t like Andy Rooney’s eyebrows. His were in need of being raked daily, and they stuck out far enough from his brow that they served as an umbrella for his grandchildren when it rained.
Nope. My eyebrows aren’t quite that prominent. But they are a defining feature on my face. I do take the time to eliminate the unibrow look, although I think the unibrow look is very becoming to the artist, Frida Kahlo. But other than making sure I have two eyebrows instead of one, I keep my eyebrows un-mowed, dye-free, organic, gluten-free, non-GMO, and free-range.
The reason I let my eyebrows be what they are is simple. The will inevitably disappear like my Mom’s have done. Oh, she’s still got the hairs there, but they turned translucent a couple of decades ago. In fact, Mom has twice had eyebrows tattooed on. The tats didn’t take for very long. Her eyebrows are back to being see-through.
I think it’s pretty safe to say that whatever happened to drain Mom’s eyebrows of color will eventually happen to mine, so I’m keeping every last eyebrow hair for as long as I can. I appreciate each one every day I wake up and see they’re still visible. And even though I have a bunch of tats on my body, most of which I can show people without being arrested for public indecency, I refuse to tat up my eyebrows. It just seems oogy to me for some reason.
I’m hoping you too can take as much joy as I do in seeing my somewhat-unruly eyebrows daily, until they go invisible. It’s not like you have a choice. Except if you quit visiting TIE O’ THE DAY. Don’t do that, okay?
HOLIDAY TIE TALLY: 59 Bow ties. 124 Neckties.