Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Wood Bow Tie o’ the Day is attempting to make me smile, as are harlequin-patterned ‘Links o’ the Day. Although I am harlequin-esque and clownish, I’m a sad jester this morning. Mom is off to Ogden, to spend a few days with my sister, Betty. I often call Betty “Mercedes.” She’s never liked her name, and she mentioned liking the name “Mercedes.” We kids are listed on Mom and Dad’s headstone. I taped the name MERCEDES over BETTY once when she visited the grave. Mom loved it.
I wanted to accentuate beauteous Tie o’ the Day by showcasing it against a solid-color shirt. But Tie felt lonely without clash, so I paired it with a camo-esque shirt. The ensuing clash made me feel less a stranger in this world, as well. I don’t match. I don’t care that I don’t match. I don’t mind when other people match. Don’t try to make me match. I was born to be singularly effervescent and vocal. Speaking of those qualities… tomorrow, Mom’s coming for many sleepovers. 😺 😃
I had a massive grocery list, so this Tie o’ the Day shopped with me– in case my debit card couldn’t cover the purchase total. A shopper asked if I would share Tie’s bucks. Cufflinks o’ the Day depict a 5-speed gear shift. Hombre’s a manual, and shifting makes me feel hot-rod-y. Hombre struggles on wet, wintry roads, even with tube sand in the back. I’m ecstatic that this mild winter allows me to drive it more often. I hope the weather stays un-wintry. Knock on clouds. ✊ 🚘 🚚 🌤
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I had a travel day, accompanied by our pink Cadillac ‘Links. Bow Tie is a wood-looking, but acrylic, little piece– cut from flooring. How cool is that? We’re gonna rip up our living room carpet soon, and we’ll be installing wood laminate. Bow Tie gave me a fantabulous idea: I wanna cut the laminate into tie and bow tie shapes and styles, and then install them as our new floor. My tootsies would never stop dancing on a tie floor. 👯 🕺 💃
Tie o’ the Day and I happily killed a bunch of time (see the clockworks on Cufflinks o’ the Day) at the bookstore and two other stores, while Suzanne touched every item sold at MICHAEL’S. That is only slightly an exaggeration. Craft/fabric stores take Suzanne hostage when she walks in. Such stores are like amusement parks to her. She emerges from them after hours of play, in one of two ways. Either she bought one trinket for a buck, or she bought an entire aisle of yarn. 🛍 🛒 🏬
Choosing the correct Tie o’ the Day is always of utmost importance, but today it’s a bigly-er deal than usual. And not just cuz it’s St. Paddy’s Day. This afternoon, I have an appointment with Dr. Bipolar. She’s a skillful doc, and she enjoys my tie thing. But I wonder if she tries to read into what my tie choices might mean about my pendulum head. So, when picking out an appointment tie, I always think things like: “Does this tie make my mania look big?” 😬
Tie o’ the Day is called a puff tie. It looks like a combo of a cravat and a necktie, with a hint of a Colonel Sanders tie in it, too. CHEERIOS Cufflinks o’ the Day definitely star in this post though. I am a serial cereal killer. When I was wee, every Saturday, Mom let me buy a box of cereal. I chose based on the coolest prize inside the box. Blast from the past! Anybody remember VAN’s, or MR. G’S, or DOVE’S, or HAPPY SERVICE?
Bow Tie o’ the Day is the cherry atop one of the finest clash fashion outfits I’ve concocted recently. And Cufflinks o’ the Day fit with me singing every Jimmy Buffett song I can think of, as I dust baseboards and vacuum the stairs. I’m completely in that sandy, ocean-y mood. MARGARITAVILLE isn’t one of my fave Jimmy songs, but I have been to many wedding receptions where, when it is played, everybody hits the dance floor. Young, old, and in-between. ⛵ ⚓ The song inspires Happy-A-Rama feet! 👣
Bow Tie o’ the Day reminds us that polka dots work with any style. ‘Links o’ the Day symbolize that this is the first year the must-wear-glasses-to-drive restriction is on my driver’s license. Today’s task is to glide through the snow on mundane errands, in my beloved Vonnegut Grace Vibe. I have a question first. Why can there be eight inches of snow on my satellite dish, with no signal problems, but five flakes can sometimes block the signal, sending me climbing the ladder with a broom?
Green, polka-dotted Bow Tie o’ the Day complements lime-green Lego Cufflinks o’ the Day, as we build-up to St. Paddy’s. Bow Tie Hat is a sign that after the recent almost-warmth, the temperature is falling. Thus, my Spock ear is freezing, yet again. This winter has been a tease, temperature-wise. It’s not like there have been days toasty enough to endure nude sunbathing on the patio or on the deck. But the temperature has occasionally been unseasonably warm enough to cause me to contemplate the silly idea. ⛱ ☀