Category: Bow Ties

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But I Did Drink A Gimlet. Meh.

Bow Tie/Tie o’ the Day are ready for the Kentucky Derby. I choose the horse I’m gonna root for based on the horse’s name. This year, there aren’t what I consider to be interesting names, so I’m going with Good Magic. I was in Kentucky once, for a linguistics conference. Lexington, not Derby territory. But blue-grassed horse farms were everywhere. I’ve never consumed a mint julep: the Derby drink. I wish I had. I’ve also never worn an amazingly elaborate hat like women wear to the Derby. Unbelievable. 🐴 🥃 👒

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Good To Go! But What To Wear?

The skies are blue. The sun is brilliant. And I can’t see a bloody thing in the blinding light. Yahoo! Bow Tie o’ the Day creates a subtle clash, combining its stripes with Shirt’s. And check out Bow Tie’s skull cameo. With clash fashion, you can’t go wrong with skulls, but female skulls are rare. Her long hair nails it. Creepy? Yes! Groovtastic? Yes! Bow Tie was a hit at the Davis County Sheriff’s office today, when I arranged my ride-along. I’m riding Tuesday, swing shift. Stay tuned. 👮🏻‍♀️ 🚓 🚔

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We Three Sisters

Bow Tie o’ the Day is hidden, but it’s there– under my chin, on my right shoulder. I don’t have a clue what’s tied to me. Perhaps a hat. Perhaps it’s a decoration on my dress. This photo of me with my big sisters was taken in a photo booth somewhere, in the mid-1960’s. Betty and my SWWTRN are so much older than me that I don’t remember them living at home. I was an accident, an afterthought. I grew up a spoiled–not bratty– only child.

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Words And Ties Are My Business

Bow Tie o’ the Day says my writing superpower has returned! I think writing is an aptitude: You’ve got it, or you don’t. I know the rules of writing/grammar, and I know when it’s effective to break them. I love composing sentence fragments, for example. But I hate semi-colons. They can’t decide what they are. Comma, or period? Decide what you wanna be, would ya? And don’t get me started on “who/whom.” “Who” works in all instances. Why complicate things? You probably don’t wanna dangle those participles, however.

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Shock And Awe!

Bow Tie o’ the Day is stunned! I am, as well. Mark this morning on your calendar, cuz this will never happen again: I cannot think of one thing to write. No story, no activity, no snark, no irony. Not to worry. It won’t last. 😮

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Transformations R Us

Butterfly Bow Tie o’ the Day has me striking a pose for hippiedom. I mean– a little tie-dye/batik never hurt anyone, or hurt their neckwear. The butterfly style is a new passion for me. Maybe it’s because I miss how monarch butterflies used to cover yards for a brief time each year, as they migrated to wherever. In the last decade, I’ve probably seen fewer than a dozen of the bigly-winged flutter-ers. Stuff changes. Shucks happens. We gotta deal. And we gotta tell stories of what’s gone. 🦋

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Exceptions To Bow Tie Rules

Bow Tie o’ the Day is one of the few one-color bow ties in my collection. I’m not into solid colors. They tend to not clash. But this bow tie is otherwise interesting. It’s velvet butterfly-style, which qualifies it as collection-worthy. I’m not sure why I have to clash to be myself, but I do. 🤡 And here’s a pocket watch I promised to show Becky Freeman. It plays the Winnie-the-Pooh theme song. Last year, I accidentally set it off in Sacrament Meeting. The kids loved it. 😇

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Rich In Bow Ties And Love

I opened my wallet to get my Fast Offering bucks ready for Sunday, and the billfold is depleted of cash. Bow Tie o’ the Day tells me I’ve spent beyond my tie budget for the month. And it’s only the 1st of the month. I’m cash poor, I guess. And what do I have to show for being broke? Neckwear. My collection makes my heart skip a beat, but I still have to figure out how I’m going to buy groceries. You can’t feast on bow ties.

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The Sounds Of Bow Tie Silence

Bow Tie o’ the Day isn’t speaking to me. I have no idea why, but I’m not gonna fret over it. We all get a bit non-talky sometimes. It might be because we’re angry, or because we know we’ll make matters worse if we speak. And sometimes we simply need to dwell in silence for a while. When I was a child, whenever Mom wasn’t talking to me and Dad, we knew she was in a snit. We just weren’t sure which one of us was in trouble. 😕

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The Ties Do The Math

Tie o’ the Day needed consoling. I was curious whether post pictures of bow ties or ties get the most LIKEs. Bow ties won, as I suspected. But I assured the worried neckties they’ll still star in posts. After all, neckties are what I first began collecting decades ago. The bow ties started coming to live with me only about four years ago. People who star in the posts? Mom’s appearances get the most LIKEs. Suzanne and I together come in second. Little ol’ I am third. 👍