Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Bow Tie o’ the Day is my nappin’ buddy. I feel like I’m healing up incredibly well from my Huntsman Hanky Panky adventure. But I can’t seem to overcome this exhaustion. I know doing nothing is helping me heal, but I’m sorta useless. I’m not accomplishing a dang thing, and that’s not like me. I feel like I’m portraying a slow-moving character in a dreadfully boring movie. I want to play– if not my own character– a starring character who moves, rattles, and changes the planet. 🎥 🎞 📽
I’m kinda disappointed in Bow Tie o’ the Day. It looked good online, but it’s not right. It was supposed to be covered with butterflies. Instead, it’s covered with butterfly WINGS. Did Bow Tie’s manufacturer pull half the wings off the butterfly fabric with which Bow tie was created? I’m not prejudiced against imperfect bow ties, and I will most likely wear this. But this is an example of why I prefer oversized bow ties: the more neckwear fabric, the better the fabric’s print is displayed. 👁 🦋
Bow Tie o’ the Day is a spiky, 3D-printed bow tie. Here we are in SLC, at Finca– where we’ve never eaten before. I wanted my Sabbath get-outta-the-house trek to be Sunday brunch. We haven’t eaten out for weeks, so Suzanne was game. We like to try new places, and I chose Finca because the online menu listed a smoked trout omelet. And, oh, it was troutly yummiful. Suzanne drank a pomegranate mimosa, which I enjoyed smelling. Unfortunately for me, smelling does not give you a buzz. 🍹
Bow Tie o’ the Day might as well have conked me out with a rubber mallet last night. We made a zippy trip to Oak City and back yesterday, to attend my Aunt Arlene’s funeral. The trip was my first day-long venture out of the house since surgery. I handled it ok, but when we got home, I fell into an 11-hour sleep coma. I have never before slept for 11 hours. I’m not as recovered as I thought I was. More sleep and less action for me. 🛌
Flip-flop Bow Tie o’ the Day and I knew this would happen. It doesn’t surprise us. Here’s the story: The newly purchased Ultimate SewingBox parts wait in their boxes in the garage, yearning to be assembled. And Suzanne says, “I get thinking about it, and where we’re going to put my Ultimate SewingBox really does need new flooring. You know how you’ve always hated that carpet. We should replace it before we set up The Ultimate SewingBox, don’t you think?” Happy wife, happy life, empty wallet.
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are just sittin’ around the house. Again. No high adventure. I haven’t been able to wear a bra for 3 weeks, so at least I’m extra comfortable. And I’ve worn pillows around my gut every day. I just sorta hold pillows to my tummy when I move or walk. It’s like having a second set of love handles. This pillow was created out of Dad’s shirt and overalls. Dad’s always with me, traveling with me through my life. Even as a pillow.
Bow Tie o’ the Day welcomes Suzanne’s new toy. Inside these boxes, strapped into my truck, is a contraption called The Ultimate SewingBox. When assembled, it’ll be as bigly as a guest bedroom. I don’t even pretend to understand the ways of scrappers, sewers, crafters, etc. Apparently, they all need a special box/cabinet for their various productions. Because I’m still not allowed to drive, Suzanne drove us to American Fork to pick up her prize. I held two pillows to my gut the entire bouncy, rickety-truck drive. 😬 🙀 👒
Neckwear and Pocket Squares o’ the Day call to me from Beau Ties, LTD– my favorite bow tie makers. Yes, I can hear their bow-shaped voices all the way here from where they are hatched in Vermont. I currently have two monthly bow tie subscriptions: 2 bow ties per month in the mail. The subscriptions are through another company, at a drastically lower cost. When I dream impossible dreams, I dream of these three subs and their monthly deliveries. Cost is only $1370 per year. Maybe in my next life.
Surfin’ Bow Tie o’ the Day and I know you’re wondering if I still gussy up in my own fashion every day, although I’m a lone prisoner in my own home. Of course, I dress. First, I have to take these selfies. Second, what more can I do in my state of perpetual exhaustion? Third, if a fashion style falls in a forest, without anyone to hear it, it does still make a clashy sound. A person really should think enough of themselves to dress up to hear themselves. 👔
With all the down-time I’m trying to fill up, cassette tape Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are doing some serious self-reflection– a little personal evaluation of my life/human/spiritual progress. Whenever I self-assess, I always come up short of where I want my soul to be. But the upside is that it’s easy to make a lengthy Do-Better List of the traits and deeds I need to work on. As I convalesce for the next few weeks, my Do-Better List will grow. That’s why I’ll need stamina. 📋 🏋️♀️