I don’t have time to write this post, but I am. I’m headed to Provo to church, where my nephew, Travis, is a bishop. That boy makes me proud. I brought out peacock feathers Bow Tie o’ the Day again for the occasion. And Cufflinks o’ the Day are my homage to those Mormon glass grape clusters that were atop every Mormon tv in the 70’s. Those things hurt when “somebody” pulled one off the cluster and threw it in the air, then failed to catch it. 🤓
I Like To Shop With Suzanne, But Sometimes…
Bow Tie o’ the Day and Shirt o’ the Day exploded into eye-warping clash, and glasses Cufflinks o’ the Day helped me take in the smash-up. My sorta psychedelic style makes it easier for Suzanne to find me in store aisles when I wander away like I’m a toddler. We were shopping at AT HOME, and thirty minutes ago, I snuck out and drove home. When she texts me for my whereabouts in the store, I’ll drive back and sneak inside. She’ll never know I was gone.
It’s Not Difficult, If Your Fingers Can Move
A couple of Bow Ties o’ the Day bring you the flip side of my fave t-shirt. Just in case you want to learn to tie bow ties, my t-shirt is here to show you– step by step. I am ashamed to say that I can’t tie bow ties. I’ve tried, but I don’t try anymore. A few years ago, while moving my EpiPen, I inadvertently stuck the palm of my right hand. My hand ballooned right up, and it has little dexterity now. That’s my excuse. 🖐
Doh! Oops! Poof!
Flash drive Cufflinks o’ the Day remind us to back-up our computer documents regularly. I tried a new move on the desktop yesterday, and I lost some writing. Ugh! Suzanne can maybe fix it: she’s got skills. When I screw up something, I inform Suzanne– in a sheepish, hesitant voice– “I did a thing.” Whenever I say it, I briefly see a petrified look cross her face, which I’m pretty sure means she’s wondering if I’m gonna say, “I slipped up and had a drink.” Nope. 🥛
I’m Buying A Boatload O’ Bow Ties Made In Vermont
This is proof of how I keep the hairs on half my noggin out of my eyes. Time for a trim. Bow Tie o’ the Day shows up on my new fave t-shirt. The bow tie makers at Vermont-based Beau Ties called me last week to verify my recent order was correct. I had ordered a slim-line style bow, and I usually order butterfly-style. I was pleased they paid attention to little ol’ me and my purchasing patterns. I’m not famous, but I kinda am to them.
The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly On The Tie Clip
Bow Tie o’ the Day is a new addition to my collection. Its title is BARCELONA. I’m wearing Tie Clip o’ the Day on my shirt because tie clips don’t go on bow ties. But there’s a theme here: Tie Clip came to me, from Suzanne, all the way from Barcelona. In 1986, Suzanne studied in Spain, where she saw this elegant tie clip. I have no doubt she said in her head, “This has Helen written all the heck over it.” She was right. As always. 😲 🎁
This Too Shall Pass, I And The Ties Hope
Diamond Bow Tie o’ the Day is proud to announce that our HAMILTON tickets arrived yesterday, just before 8PM. At least they came before the delivery deadline. But today, I’m having one of those days like when you know somethin’s brewin,’ but you don’t know exactly what’s up. You know it’s coming though. Is it going to happen to you? Your family? Is somebody sick? Is there some betrayal at hand? You just want whatever it is to get here, so you can get it over with. 🤔 🙀
Housework And Waiting Aren’t Torture, But They Can Make You Scream
Bow Tie o’ the Day is the only thing keeping me from having a titanic tantrum in front of Skitter. If I threw one, Skitter would shake for time and all eternity. But I feel like I’m caged in a zoo, because I can’t leave the house. I’m doing housework, but mostly, I’m waiting for delivery of our HAMILTON tickets, which I’m required to sign for. I checked the tracking number, and it says they’ll be here sometime before 8PM. Gee, thanks for the bigly specific time! ✒ ✉ 🎟 🎤
Bow Ties Are Born From Anything You Can Think Of
Bow Tie o’ the Day is upcycled from a bike inner tube, complete with air stem and puncture patch. Once, when I was a kid, my bell bottom pant leg got stuck in my bike chain. I couldn’t yank it out. I pondered about what to do. I decided to hustle home in my underwear. I guess a few townsfolk saw me running, and by the time I got home, two people had already called Mom to ask why I was running through town near-nekkid. 🚴♀️ 👖 #smalltownlife
Mom’s Friend, LaRae, Calls Mom A Travel-Ass
It seems like Mom travels more now than when she still had her car keys and drove– very slowly– through the Delta universe. Bow Tie o’ the Day and Mom and I dressed up in springy, Eastery colors for an excursion to Fillmore, where I handed off Mom to Ron. Off they drove to their home in St. George. Big Helen fills any room she’s in, with stories and snort-laughter. Our house is emptier and quieter when she’s not visiting us. Our loss is Ron’s and Marie’s gain. ❤ 🐣