Category: Bow Ties

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What One-Track Mind?

Y’all know I have a one-track mind, which pretty much begins and ends with Ties/Bow Ties o’ Every Day. Some days my one-track mind is one-trackier than usual, and today is one of those days. I’m likely suffering a hangover from the final 2020 presidential debate which was last night—even though I could tolerate watching it for only a grand total of 15 minutes. Golly, I’m glad the debate farce is over for another 4 more years. Folks, whatever monstrosities exist in the world, I’m grateful to know I can always count on my mighty neckwear to revive my troubled soul. Every person needs something ever-unfailing in their life. Everyone needs a go-to passion. I hope you’ve found your thing, like I’ve found mine.

FYI My apologies to some of you tblog email subscribers who haven’t been getting pix with the text the last couple of posts. (I hope it came through on this post.) I’m working on the technical problem, which means it might or might not be fixed at some point. Photos are showing up as they should on the website itself and on the posts relayed to Facebook, so you can find them there. I hate when technology that has always worked for me suddenly stops working, for no discernible reason. Makes me wanna put on another bow tie.

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A Pandemic Morning Walk

During the pandemic, Bow Tie o’ the Day and I have tried to keep fit. But a regular routine can turn boring sometimes. To keep things interesting, I developed this new head-holding, high-stepping walk to burn extra energy. Wearing heavy boots adds weightlifting to the walk. The dress also adds its own challenge to the workout. Here I am, tromping through the growth around Farmington Bay. If you see me out walking, HONK, if you like bow ties!

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For Email Subscribers Only

Re: yesterday’s post—This photo didn’t show up with the text. I dunno why. I hope this priceless sight shows up for y’all e-subscribers now. The text will make sense with its accompanying photo.

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Magazines Happen

I meant to write a post this morning, but I made the mistake of looking at the new VOGUE magazine, and I fell right into it. When I finally climbed out of its pages, this is how I looked. The Halloween hair Bow Tie o’ the Day is certainly something I’d wear. But this “outfit”—I haven’t got a clue what it even purports to be. Is it a pajama top? Is it a snooty swimming suit? Is it formal scuba-wear? Is it simply whatever clothing can be formed out of bigly pleats and a bigly button? I hope it’s not supposed to be a cocktail dress. I’m investigating this further, but I can guarantee you that whatever I discover this outfit to be, it will cost an obscene amount of money. High fashion is like that.

FYI Just a few minutes ago, I visited the website where this piece of designer fashion is found. The website says it is a jacket. It costs only $6,700. Oh, goodie! I’ll be sure to pick up a dozen of them to give out as Christmas gifts this year.

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The Amusement Park For Bow Ties

[This is a requested re-post from our trip to Taos, NM last October. Re-enjoy.]

We planned our vacay to Taos kinda last-minute, so we had slim pickins’ for our accommodations. Thus, our condo was not as bigly as we’d normally choose. It was nice, but tiny. We walked in the door to see nary a bed. And you know what that means: Murphy bed! It turned out to be relatively comfy. No complaints from us.

But Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day had never seen such a thing as a Murphy bed before. To Bow Tie, it was an amusement park ride. When we were in the room, Bow Tie did nothing but open the doors, pull down the bed, jump on the bed, push up the bed, close the doors—over and over and over again. Yes, I admit that on a few occasions I just put the bed up and closed the doors with Bow Tie still playing on it. We deserved a little peace, thank you very much.

I guess we can’t really complain about Bow Tie’s Murphy bed antics. Playing on a Murphy bed in Taos was a lot cheaper than taking Bow Tie to Disneyworld for a week.

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Yes, There Is A Coloring Book For Everything

Skitter’s showing off her ghost-and-owl Halloween Tie o’ the Day, while I am pleased to wrap a Day of the Dead-themed Bow Tie o’ the Day around my neck. I’m most proud to wear my “SPREAD EMPATHY” Face Mask o’ the Day. It’s a sentiment I completely believe in. I wholeheartedly recommend it to others.

During the pandemic, we have been good citizens about staying home whenever possible. I putter around in the piles of my poetry manuscripts, and through stacks of half-read books. Suzanne has spent most of her down-time with her coloring books. She hasn’t been as crochet-y or sew-y as in the past. She says nothing’s wrong: she just happens to be in a coloring phase—every pandemic evening after work. She swears coloring relaxes her, and I can tell that it truly does.

I do my best to make sure that she has every Sharpie marker color ever made, and I occasionally go online to hunt for interesting coloring books for her. I ordered QUARANTINE QUEENS for her a couple of months ago. It’s not as funny as it could have been, and a more accurate title would be PANDEMIC QUEENS. However, the coloring book does have a few clever gems, like this Suzanne-completed page showing a fitness tracker which has counted the wearer’s movement through the whole 23 steps traveled in a pandemic day. I realize that I myself probably haven’t taken a total of 23 steps in the entire time since mid-March, and I don’t feel a bit guilty about it. Every inch of my skin feels a little flaccid these days, but not a bit guilty.

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Candy Corn Is Yummy, Once A Year

Skitter wanted to show off her new candy corn Tie o’ the Day, so I dug around in the Tie Room’s closet o’ props to find my bigly candy corn Bow Tie o’ the Day. I don’t mind posing with Skitter for photos, but I don’t know why she thinks she has to lick my face every time I’m that close to her. She always has stinky breath, no matter how often I get the tartar chiseled off her aging teeth. Maybe I’ll commission Suzanne to make Skitter a teeny canine mask to wear when we’re doing bigly photo shoots—to help Skitter keep her icky breath to herself.

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Any Excuse For A Political Party

When we received our ballots in the mail, it was cause for celebration. We love to exercise our citizenship muscle by voting. Suzanne and I donned our patriotic Bow Ties o’ the Day. (Skitter wore her starry, starry Tie o’ the Day.) We placed our party hats atop our heads, and Suzanne went online to find the voter information to help us figure out whether the judges were worth keeping, as well as what all those Utah amendments were about. At one point, Suzanne’s face got a bit overwhelmed with trying to decipher the voter information.

I had promised Suzanne that our ballot-filling-out would be accompanied by only red, white, and blue food. I didn’t want to go grocery shopping yesterday, so I made do with what we had in the house already: RED cherry Twizzler pull ‘n’ peel licorice; BLUEberry muffins; and pork chops—”the other WHITE meat.”

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Ankle Bow Ties Might Have Saved Achilles

Bow Ties o’ the Day remind us that bow ties can be worn a variety of ways. Here, our model (yours truly) shows that bow ties can be donned as ankle bracelets. Note the pink polka dots and pink flamingos. And it helps to wear pink socks, especially in Breast Cancer Awareness month. No, I don’t have another pair just like these somewhere. This pair is the result of the mystery of socks disappearing in the dryer. Where do they go? Maybe good socks go to Heaven. 👣

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Waiting For Suzanne

Glow-in-the-dark, spiderweb Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are patiently waiting in my truck for Suzanne to buy all the dirt Home Depot sells. I was ready to go in to the store with her, but I ended up not feeling like making the effort. As I sort of mentioned in this morning’s post, I woke up on the wrong side of bipolar today. In case you’re wondering which side—manic or depressed—is the wrong side, I can cloud things up for you about my bipolarity by saying BOTH and NEITHER. Suffice it to say I’m feeling colicky in my brain.