Bow Tie o’ the Day crows out to me from the breast o’ the beast in this ad. Skitter will have a feathered walkie buddy!😜🐔
Must. Buy. This. Chicken.
March Was A Dang Weird Month
It’s April, and this year’s first crop of Bow Ties o’ the Day is beginning to bloom!
Grace Is Good
I passed this church in Bountiful on my way to get my hearing aids adjusted. And of whom did I think? The ever-flourishing Grace Anne Blackwelder. Wood Bow Tie o’ the Day presents 10-month-old Gracie, Queen o’ Scots. ‘Nuff said.
Channeling My Inner Bigfoot
As you can see, Bow Tie o’ the Day and I have been thumbing through VOGUE magazine this morning. I don’t have any parties or award shows to attend during the pandemic, but you know I’m forever the fashion maven—always checking in with the current trends and styles. As I’m certain y’all know by now, I take fashion and TIE O’ THE DAY posts very seriously.
I can’t explain why the “suit” in this photo is being used by VOGUE photographers to showcase expensive handbags, but the designers’ ad concept was oddly prophetic. They could not have foreseen the pandemic when they dreamed up ideas for this photo session, but I think they might be onto something. The TYVEK hazmatty suits are uninteresting to look at. I don’t know about you, but when I make my occasional supply runs to DICK’S MARKET, I’d rather sport a dapper, dreadlocks Sasquatch outfit like this than to wear a plain old, bright white TYVEK suit with boring, single-color rubber gloves. And do you know the best part about walking the grocery store aisles, looking like a dreadlocked Bigfoot? Ain’t nobody gonna fight you for the last roll of toilet paper, nor will anybody attempt to encroach upon your precious social distancing space.
An Excursion To Farmington
I needed to make a break for it. I had to escape the house for a little while. I took Skitter, camo wood Bow Tie o’ the Day, and my chapped lips and we drove west through Farmington—toward the Great Salt Lake, and away from human breathers. We discovered a place whose existence we had never known about before today: The George S. And Dolores Dore Eccles Wildlife Education Center at Farmington Bay. I’d like to say that it’s a groovy place. And I’d like to say Skitter and I found some fetching waterfowl to gaze upon. But I can’t say those things, cuz a bunch o’ other people were out there doing what we were trying to do, so I decided it was prudent to practice my social distancing. We will visit the actual center another time. Skitter and I had a splendid time prowling farmland on the outskirts of the center, where we were alone. We stretched our legs and breathed the lake air, and my lips got more chapped in the sun and wind. I and my chappier lips felt refreshed by our foray afield, after two weeks of staying close to home.
I felt guilty about our adventure the whole time we were on it. I kept thinking: What if I got in a wreck, and the cops and EMT’s and doctors and nurses had to waste their time attending to me just because I got a little stir crazy in the house and went on a completely unnecessary outing which ended up in an accident, while the people with COVID-19 have to wait for their important care behind my selfish self?
I know I’ll go out-and-about again, but you can rest assured I’ll feel properly guilty about it.
I Can Hear Me Now
Argyle Bow Tie o’ the Day is pleased as fruit punch to be the piece o’ neckwear chosen to show off my new hearing device. I’ve already had to wear a hearing aid in my right ear for two years. Now it’s time for my left ear to get some extra hearing help. While y’all have been out pilfering all the tp, I got set up with my left hearing device. Yup, I can hear better. Nope, I no longer need to crank up the tv volume to Suzanne-annoying decibels. Overall, I think my hearing devices are gonna do the hearing trick for me, as long as I can remember to take them out of my earballs before I enter the shower. There is, however, one minor glitch I’ve got to work out between my left ear and its hearing device. My left ear is my pointy Spock ear, and the hearing device fits a bit precariously on top of it. It falls out of place sometimes. I must work on a solution for that. If all else fails, there’s duct tape.
Edgy Grocery Shopping
Argyle Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are not freaking out about the entirety of the COVID-19 experience, but we do take it seriously. I am especially cognizant of the six foot social distancing guideline. Please don’t violate that rule if you run into me somewhere, or I might look like this.
This is a photo of me self-checking out at DICK’S MARKET today when one of my cashier pals was apparently super glad to see me. She walked over to within a foot of my person. She’s a pleasant woman who is in charge of watching me—and others—check out truthfully at the self- checkout. Without even thinking about it, I automatically moved away from her at the rate of blurry lickety-split. She apologized for her momentary forgetfulness about the guideline regarding social distancing. After I regained my composure, we chatted from afar about the truly valuable things in life: pets, kids, parents, and bow ties. Sounds about right to me.
The Word Came Down From On High
This is Suzanne in her Tyvek work suit, on the job in our house. She has made her hazmat suit more dashing by wearing Bow Tie o’ the Day—at my suggestion, of course.
Last week, Suzanne was working part-time at her office and part-time at home. That’s what she was told to do, so she did it. Earlier this week, she was told to work from home for the foreseeable future. She is now slaving away, six feet from her Ultimate SewingBox, and six feet away from me. When it comes to COVID-19, Suzanne is a bit overly dramatic, if you ask me.
FYI Suzanne is such a good sport. When I ask her if she will help with one of my TIE O’ THE DAY ideas, she’s always game for whatever I’ve thought up. Not once has she ever said NO. Not once has she ever said, “Don’t make me look stupid.”
Another Gorgeous Babe
Thanks to whoever it is at Millard Care and Rehabilitation in Delta who snapped this shot of Mom and her bigly butterfly. It looks like she had a fine time crafting what I like to think of as a butterfly-style Bow Tie o’ the Day. Hey, you know darn well I’d find a way to wear this with a clashing shirt. (Thanks for taking the other shots too.)
MCR’s up-to-date Facebook page provides us welcome assurance that our loved ones who reside there are busy and happy, even though we aren’t allowed to personally visit them while COVID-19 lurks about. We know that with the lockdown in place, the folks at MCR are taking extra care to keep the residents safe and engaged in activities.
I cannot praise those who work at MCR nearly enough for all they do for their residents. When we first moved Mom in about 18 months ago, my siblings and I weren’t completely sure we were making the best decision for her. We were all a bit apprehensive about if she would really like living in “the care center.” But Mom began to thrive there almost immediately, and it reassured us we had made the right decision for her. In those first months, I received texts from some of her caregivers, updating me on her well-being. A few weeks after Mom moved in, a caregiver texted me to say Mom was missing my late dad horribly, so I posted a bunch of pix and stories about Dad over the next few days— which the caregiver made sure to read to and show to Mom daily. It seemed to help Mom out of her Dad-funk.
Because of the dedicated caregivers who work at MCR, Mom’s adjustment to her new, last home was easier on Mom than it was on us. Mom says the MCR food is tasty. The facility’s schedule is always full of field trips, games, parties, musical programs, and crafts. Mom didn’t answer her phone one day, and I found out later it was because she was on a trampoline. Another time she didn’t answer because she was getting her Temple Recommend.
Thanks again, MCR. Mom loves you, as do we. Keep posting the pix! Skitter and I will be down to see you all after the lockdown ends.
Meet Jane And Her Merry Band Of Bows
In an effort to forget about COVID-19 and the ever-present toilet paper shortage for a few minutes, TIE O’ THE DAY offers y’all this magnificent dip into the cuteness that is baby + bow ties.
This little charmer is Jane, and she is not related to me at all. Jane is the daughter of Brooke, who is a niece of my imaginary friend, Darci. I refer to Darci as my imaginary friend because I’ve seen her in person probably three times in the seven years I’ve known her. We understand each other’s humor and general outlook, even though we only experience it on Facebook.
Princess Jane was born around the same time Grace Anne came into the world. Our Gracie can rock a hair bow tie with the best of them. Although there is no official baby bow competition, Gracie might have to step up her game if she’s gonna hang with the likes of Sweet Baby Jane. Check out Jane’s enchanted head-bowin’ portfolio here. Bow, Jane, Bow!
