Category: Bow Ties

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Know Thyself

As soon as we got our suitcases into our condo here in Taos, we headed off to the grocery store. Our goal: fill the condo fridge and cupboards. At the local Albertson’s, we skated the aisles in search of vacation food, which is basically any food that has no nutritional value. We found plenty of empty calories to supply us through our stay.

In this photo, paisley-covered wood Bow Tie o’ the Day poses with me in the school/office supplies aisle of the Taos Albertson’s. No matter how exotic or exciting our vacay destination might be, if we’re in an establishment which sells even one school/office supply, Suzanne and I find ourselves standing there, staring with awe at whatever school/office product it is. Writing paper and writing utensils R us.

In fact, if Suzanne and I get separated while we’re wandering around seeing sights, we each know to find the nearest gathering of school/office supplies. We know that eventually we’ll both show up in that exact spot, staring at some sticky notes or a pen we already have too many of.

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SLC To ABQ

I chose to wear world map Bow Tie o’ the Day for our flight from SLC to Albuquerque, New Mexico yesterday. You might remember we were in ABQ for a week almost exactly a year ago, for Suzanne’s work. I tourist-ed while she worked-ed. That’s when I went on my balloon ride. But all we did in ABQ this time was land at the airport and rent a car. Even Suzanne is on vacay, and so we drove up to Taos for the week. We hope to do nothing. We have no plans.

Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day (Can I make names any longer? Probably.) stared out the plane window the entire flight to ABQ. And then at the ABQ airport, Candy Corn Bow Tie found a dog to play with. Woof! Like Helen Jr., like Candy Corn Bow Tie.

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2 More Pix Of Our Visit With Mom

My Tie o’ the Day for our visit with Mom last Friday was full of a spooky bunch of ghosts and pumpkins. Please gloss right over the dopey look on my face, and turn your attention to Mom and Skitter looking adoringly into each other’s eyes.

In the second pic, Skitter is apparently being a model while I’m taking a photo of the two Halloween pillows Suzanne made for Mom. Skitter is a photobomber.

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Because Mom’s There

Last week, Suzanne finished a bigly project, which has kept her at her office for basically three months straight. I kid you not. The project was a tremendous success. I wish I had permission to write about it, but I don’t. Trust me, though: you should be as amazed as I am that Suzanne does brilliant work for the benefit of public school students, educators, and education employees.

Anyhoo… Suzanne took a day off Friday, before our vacay to New Mexico– which is where we are right now. We just had to use the day to go visit the Big Helen. Yes, at 89, Mom is The Incredible Shrinking Woman, but she’s still the bigliest shrinking person I know. That woman can fill up a room by just walking in. I always describe Mom as the coolest old broad I know, and this photo proves it yet again. The candy corn Bow Tie o’ the Day Mom’s holding up to her neck is just the cherry on top of her coolness sundae.

This snappy snapshot also gave me an idea. Since Halloween Candy Corn Bow Tie seems to be quite popular with TIE O’ THE DAY readers, I think we should play a game with it. I’m proposing a sort of “Elf On A Shelf” series of adventures for Candy Corn Bow Tie. Every day, from now until Halloween’s over, you’re going to see at least one photo of what I’ll simply call Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf. I, myself, am interested to discover what Candy Corn Bow Tie will see and do. I have a feeling its capers will show it to be pretty cool.

But no matter what, Bow Tie can’t possibly be as cool as Mom. Compared to Mom, the rest of us are barely room temperature. I know I’m prejudiced in her favor, but that doesn’t mean I’m not right.

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Mmmmm, Treats

Bow Tie o’ the Day watched silently as I ate all the candy corn in the house this afternoon. I would normally be putting candy corn back on the grocery list. However, I recently wrote about needing to step up my game as far as eating better, and I want you to know I have done just that. I’ve got no ice cream stashed in the freezer, nor is there any Diet Coke in the fridge. I am not quitting my two fave food groups. I’m just not keeping a two-year supply in the house, which I can handily eat and drink in two weeks.

There are a lot of times o’ the year when you just have to splurge with a seasonal snack or twenty. ‘Tis the season for candy corn. It’s almost the law that you have to eat it at least once annually. And as tasty as I think it is, it’s something that I’m glad I consume only once a year. That’s part of what makes it so yummy: It’s here, then it’s gone. I grin when I see it show up in the grocery store. So far, I’ve bought only one bag, most of which I smuggled in to Mom when I visited her last. I ate the rest of the bag all by myself for today’s lunch. All gone. After Halloween, I will simply think fondly and longingly about my candy corn memories until next Fall.

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This Is A True Factoid

Candy Bow Tie o’ the Day knows what’s what. Bow Tie does not manufacture fake news. The truth is the truth, and Bow Tie wants you to know it: Candy corn is one of the modern world’s greatest confectionary inventions. Snack on, my friends.

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It Takes Speshul Eyes

Bow Tie o’ the Day reminds me of hunting pheasants with my dad, which we sometimes did from as close as our own back yard. I ordered Bow Tie with Dad and hunts in mind. But when it showed up to live with me, I knew immediately it was sort of an oopsie. This is a bow tie whose idea was better than its execution. It is pretty enough, but it just doesn’t show itself off to spectators very well. Ya can’t see the pheasants! When I’m wearing Bow Tie, no one can decipher what’s on it unless they creep right up into my face. And “creep” is the right word because when people I’m not married to or who aren’t babies get that close to my face, it feels creepy. Seriously, that degree of up-close is what I refer to as I-can-count-your-nose-hairs-without-even-trying-you-creep close. Yeah, that kind of close.

I love Bow Tie anyway, despite how it sometimes creates awkward situations for me. It’s silk, too, which feels elegant. And it still reminds me of Dad.

When I was wee, every year after bagging our pheasants, he’d stick a couple of handsome pheasant tail feathers into an empty rifle shell, then crimp it closed. VOILA! I would throw that feather-and-shell toy as high and as far as I could for hours, watching its feathery trajectory plop it back to the dirt. Best. Childhood. Toy. Ever. Thanks, Dad.

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A Doc Appointment In SLC

I stole my Wrangler pink ribbon hat back from Skitter this afternoon when I had to zip into SLC for a quick appointment with my pain doc, Dr. Bow. (Her real name has “bo” in it.) She did not recognize me when she came into the exam room, because she had never before seen me in a Tie o’ the Day. Apparently, I’ve only ever worn bow ties to my appointments with her. She said she liked my Tie o’ the Day as a snappy, purple reminder to everyone to steer clear of domestic violence this month and every month. She also told me that I act more like a bow tie gal than a necktie gal. I told her I completely agree, but there’s no way in heck I’m ditchin’ my beautificent necktie pals. They are a part of me too.

Y’all might be wondering why this tblog is called TIE O’ THE DAY, instead of BOW TIE O’ THE DAY, since I wear more bow ties than any other kind of neckwear. Well, a couple of years ago when I finally persuaded Suzanne to build me a website, I was actually wearing neckties seven days a week, plus wearing a bow tie to church. Hence, I created and purchased the domain name tie-o-the-day. I’m not getting a new one. No new domain name for me. “Tie” is a general term that can cover all types of ties, so it’s still accurate, no matter what kind of neckwear I’m sporting.

Anyhoo… This afternoon, I had a hallelujah time at my pain appointment. And what makes a pain appointment fantastic? I asked my doc to reduce my pain meds by half, and Dr. Bow gave it the thumbs-up. It’s all thanks to the heavy duty pancreas surgery I had a year ago. It has also helped that I have spent the last year doing relatively nothing strenuous as I’ve recovered from my little operation. I’ve overly babied myself, and I have moved super-gingerly since surgery. My Hanky Panky hurt 24/7 for almost two decades. I’ve only got 1/3 of it left now, and that remaining 1/3 is mostly healthy. It emits much less pain, yet functions better than my whole Hanky Panky did. I’m feeling pretty good these days, physically. Knock on wood. Maybe my next Dr. Bow pain appointment will be the last. A girl can dream.

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Check ‘Em Out

Flouncy Bow Tie o’ the Day joins me in solid pink because October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It’s a cause I believe in, and that’s the only reason I was able to stomach showing up in one solid color. You most likely will not see me “solid” again, especially in real life, so gander at the pink and pink and pink now, while you can.

You are in charge of your breasticles’ health, ladies. Do your self-exams. If you have someone who can help you with the task, that’s okay too. Just sayin’.

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Just Imagine. Or Don’t!

Bow Ties o’ the Day made me aware that this style of hat is “in” this fall. I have no earthly idea what its style is called, however, so I decided it’s kind of a Mickey-Mouse-meets-Goober-Pyle piece of headwear. I’d wear one. My fave dress here is the see-through one. C’mon– you have to admit it’s the most interesting outfit. And I like the boots on the right “me” too. They are fascinatingly chunkerrific.

Looking at this ad got me cogitating about the “me/un-me” theme in my posts earlier this week, and then that started me thinking about the following: What if I were triplets?! Yikes. Would all three of us wanna be “me” at the same time, and “un-me” at the same time? And if we (3) were all bipolar, would that double (x 2) our crazy-head issues? Would that make us virtually 6 clash-fashion geniuses?

Oh, contemplating the slapstick which would ensue from that triplet-y lightning strike drains me. It makes me tired to broach even the pretend possibilities. And afraid. To imagine it makes me very afraid.

Hark! I am satisfied to be just one, bipolarized “me.” One of me will do, thank you.