Category: Shoes

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I’m A Tourist Attraction– To Suzanne

I gussied up in a gold-flecked, diamond-point Bow Tie o’ the Day for this morning’s TMS treatment. Suzanne accompanied me this time. Not only was she curious about what the sessions are actually like, she needed to see for herself that the medical professionals at UNI aren’t torturing me. She came away from the experience reassured and feeling I’m well cared for there– especially by my TMS nurse, who routinely declares she digs my bow ties, my fashion, AND my purse. 4 treatments down, 32 to go.

During today’s TMS, Suzanne sat where my saddle purse usually sits when I’m reclined for treatment. It’s the chair that gives me the best view of the purse while I’m being electromagnetically zapped in the head. I made Suzanne hold it on her lap, so I could keep an eye on them both. It was comforting to see them there being my audience watching me twitch and wince while I wore my beanie and earplugs. But mostly, it was comforting to know they were protecting each other from being pilfered by any possible evil clinic passers-by. I absolutely must not lose either one of them. As far as I know there is no Lost and Found for saddle purses and Suzanne’s.

 

 

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Goin’ Out To Dinner

Suzanne and I (and Bow Tie o’ the Day) will be eatin’ hoity-toity tonight. Sometimes you wanna go bigly formal with your eatin’-out attire. I always go bigly, but even I need to further stretch my fashion choices in heretofore foreign directions. This designer outfit is right up the experimental alley of my style territory. I think it resembles a 50’s swimming cap. Let me quote from VOGUE’s description of this set of out-on-the-town duds: “…a red-tipped globe of lilac feathers and satin slippers in shocking pink…redefines ‘belle of the ball.'” Sounds like little ol’ girly me, doesn’t it? However, I am still wondering if my arms are supposed to be inside or outside the puffball– or if I’m supposed to simply leave them at home.

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Vacation Posts Ahead For Days

Bigly gratitude for the birthday greetings y’all took the time to send my way yesterday. You make a girl o’ many ties and bow ties feel important. Y’all da bomb! I’m blessed to have big-hearted friends and readers. And I’m blessed to be fifty-damn-five.

For my Sabbath birthday, I donned balloons Bow Tie o’ the Day; sugar skeletons Cape o’ the Day; paw prints Sloggers Garden Shoes o’ the Day; and “Best. Life. Ever” Cufflinks o’ the Day. What a Day o’ the Day! And, no, your eyes are not playing tricks on you: I gave in and bought my airport saddle purse, which I call the Purse o’ My Life. I call it that because I’ve never had a purse before, and I will probably never buy another one. Once I saw the saddle purse, I could not move forward in my life without it. (I will write a post about the saddle purse saga, which I have already titled in my mind: A Tale O’ Two Purses.)

Suzanne took me to birthday brunch at BISTRO, in the SLC Avenues. I was pleased trout was on their menu. There’s nothing better than trout and eggs. Later, Suzanne made me a German chocolate birthday cake. We fully intended to invite Suzanne’s parents over to have a piece, but somehow the cake went mostly missing as soon as it got frosted. Oops! Doh!

I debated between actually going to brunch, or just sleeping in. We got home from our travels Saturday, and we were still beat. Sleeping in was only a brief thought for me though. Suzanne had made birthday brunch reservations, and I decided I better take advantage of that– since one year she completely forgot my birthday even existed. Poor Suzanne. Her sin of forgetfulness happened nearly two decades ago, and I still harass her about it every year. And for the past five years, I’ve done it in this public forum. It’s obvious I forgave her, and we can guffaw about her little faux pas. I razz her annually about it with gratitude and adoration for each and every OTHER day we’ve been together.

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I Ask For A Cape, And I Receive A Cape. Voila!

Argyle Tie o’ the Day is proud to be a part of our Suzanne-sewn Cape o’ the Day’s debut. I’m purposely concealing the other side of this reversible cape, which I’ll save for a separate post. But ain’t this cape beyond funky?!?!

Don’t be thinking my new Suzanne-made cape is a Halloween cape. Nope. Sugar skulls– or any skull designs–  are fashionable every day of the year, and for almost every occasion. Holiday? Skulls work. Birthday? Skulls work. Date night? Skulls work. Church? Maybe not.

The bonus attribute of this cape’s colorful fabric is that Frida Kahlo’s face is repeated among the skulls. Kahlo was an incredible Mexican painter. Some of her self-portraits make me dizzy with sadness. This skull/Kahlo cape material is part of the treasure we found in Albuquerque– at the fabric store Suzanne treated like a shrine.

BTW Frida Kahlo and I share a trait: our almost-unibrow. It was sexy on her. I don’t know what it is on me.

I had to include the second photo in this post so you could get a look at my flashy blue and black-velveted pants, as well as my chicken-theme Sloggers. The lighting sucks where this door mirror is located. And since I seem to have started using the mirror for post pictures, it really ought to be moved to a location in the house where there is proper lighting.

The problem with moving the door mirror is that it weighs as much as my truck. It is not attached to anything. It’s simply propped up against a wall. But you can’t just pick it up and try out how the lighting works with it in different places around the house. There is no possible way we can ever heft the door mirror up the stairs either. It has stood in our entryway since the day we moved in six years ago, and even as I type this, I realize we will never move it. It’s  perfect and handsome right where it is.

I guess y’all will just have to live with the occasional crappily-lighted mirror photograph in a post. I’m not too worried. Heck, a cape this swell can outshine bad lighting any day o’ the week.

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The Wearin’ O’ The Short Pants! Excuse My Bright, White Legs!

Pocket-Square-as-Tie o’ the Day joins Cufflinks o’ the Day to race our running shoes into a warmer season. It’s time to shed long pants and long sleeves. Feel the impending burn! As excited as I am to pull my shorts and tanks out of storage, I always niff, shedding a cloudy tear when I store my long-sleeved shirts. Moving them signifies the end of Cufflinks Season. Sigh. No worries! Plenty o’ etc. will appear here regularly throughout the summer. ‘Links will likely photo-bomb us occasionally, too. YEE-HAW! 👟 📸

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Suzanne Adores Skitter

Tie o’ the Day is part of a dog-themed ensemble: all dogs, all clothes. Although there’s a theme, the look is still eye-catching and non-matchy. I’m a dog– and neckwear– missionary. If you aren’t a dog person, you’re missing out. They really are like shorter-than-us people. I’ve lived with a host of dogs, and I can attest to the fact that their personalities are distinct. Suzanne never wanted dogs, but I told her I’m a package deal. Now, she’s a fan. Maybe “resigned” is more accurate. 🐕

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Snowy, Chilly Joy! And A Tux, Which I Don’t Own.

Bow Tie o’ the Day is brought to you by my lovely, tuxedo-ed penguin pal. One of the few things I like about erranding in the snow is that I get to wear my loud Sloggers boots. Ok, so they’re gardening boots. But they’re warm AND stylish. Who doesn’t want to see cows on pink boots? I was visiting Delta a while back and I forgot to take my church/funeral shoes, to attend church. I had only my purple, dog-print Sloggers. That was a fun meeting! 👟 ⛪