Category: Ties

Bow Tie o’ the Day keeps finding more of my hats. How did I acquire the million I have? And will they all fit in my truck bed for their ride to Deseret Industries? Yes, we still have two houses of stuff, living with us in this one house. We are slowly culling the storage bins for keeper things. And I mean SLOWLY. It’s a tedious job. And as much as we want the project done, we’d rather chill by the pool. 🏊‍♀️ ☀️

Sometimes I’m undecided about what kind o’ tie to wear. Bow tie? Bolo? Necktie? Ascot? So I split the difference. This Tie o’ the Day is meant for kids 0-12 months. Thanks be to Seagull Book for their clearance bin o’ kid ties/bow ties. And for 99 cents! You shoulda seen the grin on my face when I saw that bin. And you shoulda seen the clerk’s face as he rang up my haul. He couldn’t quit staring at my tattoos. I can’t possibly be the only tattooed woman who shops at Seagull Book, can I? 😜

Bow Tie o’ the Day guest stars Darci and Dan Rose. Ain’t he dapper in his duds? When we moved to Centerville 5 years ago, I met Darci on Facebook, through Suzanne’s work hubby. We snarked and commented and liked on Facebook for months. When Suzanne asked what I wanted for my birthday, I said, “I wanna meet Darci.” Loveliest gift ever!! Darci married the romantic Dan. But I’ve seen him only once—for 5 minutes in a shoe store. He’s another priceless gift. 🎁

Grandmas are braggy. It’s one of their job requirements. My cousin, Gina Diaz, sent me this brag-worthy pic of two of her suave-looking grandsons. Zak and Zane are grandly rockin’ Bow Ties o’ the Day. Their mom, Kaitlyn Swalberg, is clearly raisin’ ’em right, in the bow tie philosophy of life. All ties provide excellent guidance to wearers. In fact, every bad decision I’ve made in my life was made when I wasn’t wearing a tie of some kind.👔

Bow Tie o’ the Day suggested we listen to Emmylou Harris. My ears were in that exact mood. And when “Boulder to Birmingham” began, I remembered the Birmingham hat Suzanne bought me when she was there on business. Naturally, I had to wear it. Never been there. Wanna visit. Hey, my eyes work, even though Birmingham reminds me of college football. Must’ve conquered yesterday’s I’m-missing-football mood. The mutts and ties were worried about me. 😟

Tie o’ the Day and I are forlorn cuz it’s not yet official college/pro football seasons. Clearly, I’m in such severe football withdrawal that my eyes can’t function. Thank goodness Ute Tie is a trained seeing-eye tie. I’d hate to fall and break a hip, then have to go live in St. George with Mom and her hip at Ron’s place. On the other hand, Ron has fantastic televisions for watching football. Hmmmm….I’ll have to think about this. 🏈

On our walk, Bow Tie o’ the Day spied this plant growing in somebody’s yard. Based on the blossoms, we speculated the plant was some kind of squash. But as Bow Tie got up close to it, we ascertained that it is a Kleenex plant! This is where tissues are born! We never knew they’re farmed. I wonder how profitable a crop of tissues is. 🚽 🤧

Bow Ties o’ the Day insist on walking with us this evening. They are certainly welcome to join us, but they must keep up. I refuse to pick up tuckered-out bow ties mid-way through the walk, and have to carry them all the way home. Oh, wait! I carry ’em with me wherever I go. I wouldn’t even feel the difference, eh? Nevermind.

I haven’t told Bow Ties o’ the Day yet, but they’re headed to D.I.. I just don’t bond with solid colors. I care about solid bow ties, but it’s not fair that I don’t wanna wear them. At D.I., they will be adopted into loving homes, I’m positive. Excuse me while I go kiss them all goodbye. It’s for the best that I give them up. And it’ll hurt me more than it’ll hurt them. ☹️

I woke up feeling sorta pirate-y. But I don’t have an eyepatch, a swashbuckling sword, or a parrot. So….I squint my eye shut and pretend I’m wearing an eyepatch. I brandish my Swiss Army Knife instead of a sword. And I taught Bow Tie o’ the Day to sit on my shoulder, parrot-like. You should hear Bow Tie talk! It says a few off-color things, but it’s mostly G-rated. And, of course, this photo captures me saying AAAAAAARRRRRGGHGGHHHH, Mateys! Or HAAAAAAARRRRRR, Mateys! If you like that translation better.