Category: Ties

Date Night at Lagoon, chaperoned by Bow Tie o’ the Day. Suzanne wore her motion sickness patch, so we could ride the roller coasters and spinning rides. And every now and then we all need an evening of eating horrible, bad-for-you food. We found this tooth in Pioneer Village. Look at how much strength it took me to pull it from Sasquatch’s stinky mouth. I had to get flexy to accomplish the feat.

Note that I am wearing the smallest bow tie I have. It’s a safety matter when you’re near machinery.

Also note that I am wearing my Big, Fat, Ugly Shorts. They weigh 2.2 pounds, and have enormous pockets, making it possible to carry everything anyone might need when they’re out on an adventure.  Wearing them is like wearing a large purse. I’m a pack mule in them.  👛 🎠 🎡 🎢

Bow Tie o’ the Day dug around in storage boxes, and found this gem. Why I still have it, mystifies me. And what’s problematic about spelling my name correctly—with one “L”? Oddly enough, as Helen, that extra “L” still shows up. Sometimes someone’ll spell my name “Hellen”. My name has that second “L” only when I’m angry and ranting. Man, I can be a Hell of a tornado. 🌪

Why wear Tie o’ the Day in my hair? Well, it’s Friday night, and I felt like I oughta girl-up a little before going out on the town. Yup, this is pretty much all the girling-up I do. 💄 💅 💃 😊

Tie o’ the Day is a blast from a week ago, so I guess it’s really Tie o’ Suzanne’s Niece’s Wedding Luncheon Last Saturday. I used to dislike pictures in which I’ve been a subject. Clearly—as evidenced by this tblog—I’m okay with it now. I’m especially fine with the photos Suzanne is in with me. I think her presence makes me look a little easier on the eyes. And happy. I look happy. 😃 Cuz I am.

Bow Ties o’ the Day climb on our most eccentric piece of decor/furniture. This is an ancient library card catalog Suzanne nabbed for us. Admit it. You’re jealous we own it. The drawers are empty, so I’m gonna hit up Suzanne for permission to make each drawer a bow tie condo! I’ve done the math, and 720 bow ties can live here. I’m not sure how many I own, so I should probably search for another card catalog to buy. Just in case. 😜

Yesterday’s X-mas-themed Bow Tie o’ the Day got me thinking of Halloween. I grabbed this Tie o’ the Day for its Halloween-y colors. Tie made me make a frightening face for this pic, to keep my scary-face muscles in shape for making this year’s trick-or-treaters run screaming from our front door. After they get their candy, of course. This proves my face is ready to make horror. 😱

Bow Tie o’ the Day enjoys all seasons of the year. August heat merely provides another set of temperatures for Bow Tie to romp around in. As for me, I never get bored with Snoopy and Chuck Brown’s X-mas tree. I do have to say that my favorite version of his tree is the BEFORE, when it is all scruffy and has about three scraggly branches. That fragile, precarious, pitiful tree speaks to me in the core of my soul. 🎁🎄

Bow Tie o’ the Day is not being political, and please refrain from making political comments here. Focus on adventurous, pale yellow Bow Tie. It thrills on truck rides, so it made my Hombre’s tailgate its permanent home. I hope Suzanne didn’t put a GPS chip in Bow Tie to chart my destinations. That’d be creepy. And I’d be in trouble if she found out how often I drive to Barnes & Noble. 📚 📖

Tie o’ the Day and I are mourning this morning. 😢 It’s chilly outside, so I’m wearing a sleeved shirt. Oh, I know there’s still plenty of summer for the wearin’ o’ the tanks, but the bit o’ chill greeting me today was a sad reminder that sleeves and skinny jeans are coming soon. Note that I generally wear neckties in the not-so-toasty months. 👔 👖 Trust me: they’re as interesting as the bow ties. 🎀

This photo harks us back to Saturday, when Suzanne and I zoomed Mom to the SLC-area where we handed Mom off to Ron, for her return to her new home with Ron and Marie in St. George. We didn’t want to let her go. Anyhoo…Bow Tie o’ the Day showed up at the transfer spot—on wee Harper’s head. Note the adoration with which her dad, Joe, and her sister, Hunter, look at her. 👶 And yes, I consider bows to be bow ties.