Category: Hats

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Goodbye, Dauphin Island, AL. For Now.

I wore white, flip-flop Bow Tie o’ the Day on our flight back from Alabama. And Suzanne wore her new sun bonnet (I love that word), so it wouldn’t count as a carry-on.

Suzanne’s hat is purely practical, for use in the sun. Suzanne does not wear hats, otherwise. It’s not that she doesn’t like hats. It’s more like hats don’t like her. It doesn’t matter what style of hat it is. Suzanne and hats don’t look pleasant when they are combined. Suzanne knows this fact, and wears hats only for health reasons– like avoiding sunburns in the summer and frostbite in the winter. And even if she’s wearing a hat for a good reason, we all know better than to look at her when she’s got one on her head. She doesn’t even look at herself in the mirror if she’s wearing a hat. I kid you not. For your viewing safety, Suzanne and I worked extremely hard at making this photo of her in a hat somewhat look-at-able.

This is my final official Dauphin Island post. But– as I do with my months-ago surgery– I’m sure I’ll occasionally find a reason to bring up the topic again and again. You can count on me to yammer on about our island respite for the next decade or two. I’m like that. As I’m sure you’ve already learned by now.

 

 

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Accessories To The Fact

 

Bow ties have infinite uses. For example, when I was overdoing it at the beach one afternoon, Bow Tie o’ the Day selflessly wrapped itself around my ankles like a pair of shackles, to keep me sitting down in one place. It forced me to rest up for a few minutes. I appreciate a thoughtful bow tie.

A couple of days before we left home for Dauphin Island, I chose this bright green color of nail polish to adorn my fingernails and toenails for the trip. Suzanne nail polished away. I didn’t realize until I put on my flip-flops when we when were headed to the beach for the first time that the green polish color was one of the two colors on my only pair of flip-flops. I matched, but it was too late to do anything about it at that point, since Suzanne didn’t bring her cosmetic bag o’ nail polish to the island.

This is the last known photo of my flip-flops. Later this day, I was enjoying myself so heartily that I out-did my right flip-flop, by walking through– not on– the water. My toughness and the ocean murdered it.

After we were done at the beach, (Can you really truly ever be done with the beach?) we went to the one touristy-stuff store on the island to find me some new flip-flops. We had no luck, because although Beach Planet had hundreds of flip-flops that fit me, I refused to pay beach prices– on principle. I found a $2 pair of thongs for $24.99. No sale. Hence, I wore my Nike’s for the duration of the trip.

The Beach Planet shopping outing was still a success because Suzanne got 5 pairs of earrings and a barrette. And she found me a pair of earrings too– paisley, of course. And I found this hat. And that was just our first trip to that store.

 

 

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It Wasn’t Sunday Brunch. It Was Thursday Chow.

Wood lobster Bow Tie o’ Last Night clawed its way to STELLA GRILL with us. We had to be in SLC to finalize and pay for our upcoming flooring installation, so we figured we’d eat a bite at yet another restaurant where we’ve never eaten before. Also, a decades-long pal of Suzanne is the chef there. Despite Bow Tie’s presence, I didn’t order lobster. But that’s only because it’s not on the STELLA menu. Bow Tie’s claws open and close, so I sort of demonstrated it to you by pulling one of the claws open wide before snapping this photo. And hey, the hat I’m wearing has become my fave hat of the summer, as evidenced by the fact that it seems to be showing up in these pics quite often. I used to think these flat-billed caps were stoopid, and then I found this hat. I liked its colors, so– true to my daily adventures in Clash Fashion– I added it to my pile o’ hats. Once I tried it, I liked it. It’s kinda interesting how much what we wear can influence our attitude as we move through our day. For example, I’ve been pajama-ing almost 24/7 for the last six weeks, and I think it has helped me to stay relaxed– which is what I’m supposed to be doing. To keep my fashion spirits up while I’m on medical house-arrest, I rotate different pj’s frequently, and I mix up my pj’s so they clash. We should all probably try more things; expand our boundaries; push our way out of the envelope; bust through the walls of the box; ignore the supposed-to’s; and mix it up. Get this party started!! You’ll see new possibilities in yourself. And you’ll see the world from perspectives you haven’t yet imagined– because the world will see new possibilities in you. I promise.

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Loveseat Recliners And Bank Accounts

Floppy Bow Tie o’ the Day caps off my Clash Fashion statement to the outside world. Here we are at R. C. Willey on a reclining loveseat– which Suzanne bought me this morning, cuz she thinks I need to do a ton o’ reclining while I recover. Plus, I’m old and I creak. Getting older is bound to make me even creakier. Reclining in a comfy loveseat can surely help our creaks and pops calm down. Anyhoo… I feel it’s important to tell you that although we are making a bunch o’ bigly purchases right now, we are not rich. We are not Rockefeller’s. We’re just frugal, and we know how to patiently save. For example, Suzanne built up The Recliner Fund for two years. I write about our purchases, not to show off, but because it’s what we’re doing right now. On these posts, I write about my ties and my life. I hope I do it with a dab o’ wit. And I’m gonna tell you about whatever adventures I experience, whether you wanna hear about them or not. 🤡 🛋

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The Regular Walk That Still Didn’t Happen

Yesterday was the first time since surgery I tried to go for our daily walk through the wilds of our neighborhood. (It’s Centerville, so wood Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are actually the wildest wilds around.) We began our trek. My in-laws live around the corner, so we decided to check on ’em before our bigly walk. Also, Suzanne wanted them to gander at my scar. Well, we talked until I was too exhausted to do our walk. I almost didn’t have the stamina to make it home.

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No, I Didn’t Wear A Bra

Recovery from having your innards played with is boring. I’ve gotta get out! Bow Tie o’ the Day accompanied us on my first post-surgery venture. I would have preferred to go to a movie or do some white-water rafting, but Suzanne made me live in reality, so she drove us to Walmart. My stamina gave out before Suzanne even got to the make-up aisle. If she’d gotten there, she’d have forgotten about me, and I would’ve had to wait,  napping in the shopping cart for hours. 🛒

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Mom’s On Deck

Bow Tie o’ the Day tried mightily, but the deck is as close as we could get Mom to the pool. I guess she won’t be skinny-dipping. She’d rather watch us swim, and watch Skitter sunbathe. Maybe next visit Mom’ll dive in. Of course, she’ll have to have her walker bob with her. 🏊‍♀️ 🐕 Because we’ve been trying to entice Mom into the pool, and we had a massage this morning, Bow Tie and I are late posting. I’m sure you were all worried we would never, ever post again. 😜

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Suzanne Looks Good In Clown Polka Dots

I suggested Suzanne wear Bow Tie o’ the Day and Hat o’ the Day when getting her photo taken at work. She didn’t listen, so I fixed the pic for you viewers o’ the post. Last night, at the Best of Davis Awards ceremony, Suzanne received an engraved crystal bowl; a few bucks; and a Congressional Recognition certificate from Rep. Chris Stewart. Award recipients and their escorts were treated to a swell dinner, and a private showing of SOLO. And……free sodas and popcorn!!!!! G’job, Suzanne! 👏🏻 🥗 🍿 📽

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Sing: I Can See Clearly Now The Monocle Is On

Hey! A monocle! Along with this eyepiece, Tie o’ the Day joins bowler-ed notebook (with ‘stache) in celebrating nifty cultural icons. So far, I haven’t found a bowler that fits my noggin, but that doesn’t mean I’m not hunting. I wish I had one to wear to HAMILTON tonight, although a three-cornered hat would be more appropriate. I don’t have one of those either, but I do remember making them with construction paper and staples, in elementary school for President’s Day. I sense an idea coming on. 🎩

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We Didn’t Hit Any Of The Deer We Saw By The Road

Bow Tie o’ the Day slept in, in St. George. We can do that because Mom gets up quite late in the morning. Yes, we got down here last night. LATE last night! Suzanne thought she would be responsible and go to work yesterday, so we couldn’t leave until rush hour. I don’t know why she thinks we need to pay bills. Oh, well. I guess her job is how I can sit on my butt at home and be a writer.  (Contest winner next post.)