Category: Ties

At Jessica’s wedding luncheon, I wore a necktie. Father o’ the bride, myBlaine, said, “Where’s the bow tie?” The wedding “color” was camo, and I don’t own a camo bow tie, so I wore a camo skinny tie. I told myBlaine not to fret, cuz I’d bow-tie-up for the reception. Which I did. Suzanne’s mom took this pic at the luncheon. It captures so much about Suzanne and me, and I love that Suzanne’s mom wanted to snap it. 📸 (Suzanne’s a fantabulous guest on the tblog, don’t ya think?)

Yesterday, everywhere Ties o’ the Day and I went, we ran into bow ties. At the wedding festivities for Suzanne’s niece, Jessica,  bow ties abounded. Here I am with the bride’s pa, myBlaine. I always call him that: to me, he will always be myBlaine. Note: he’s a tall guy. In the picture below, you will see Suzanne and the amazingly cute Claire, also wearing a bow tie to top off her purty outfit. We love them both, to Pluto—the former planet–and back. 👰 🤵

Mom’s back in Centerville with us for a couple more days! Yup, that’s her arm.  She’s curled up on the couch, with Skitter at her feet. Skitter is sporting Bow Tie o’ the Day, which decorates her new collar. Mom is still feeling grave anxiety about her hair, so she doesn’t yet want her head to be photographed. Thank gosh she is getting a perm Tuesday. I’ll be sure to snap lots o’ shots of her face as soon as her hairs are permed and ratted. 💈 ✂️

The smoke alarm chirped out some kind of malfunction this morning, and I have a little problem with being on ladders that have steps ascending to ceilings. Bow Tie o’ the Day kinda likes high places, and so it offered to mosey up to solve the irritating noise problem. That’s Bow Tie, alright! Always willing to lend a bow to help the family. 🐕 🐶 👩‍👩‍👦

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bow Tie o’ the Day and I were in Deltabama for about 4 hours yesterday, perspirin’ at our 99%-moved-out-of Beach House. We stopped at Maverik for a caffeinated beverage, and Bow Tie stayed in the car. I uncharacteristically grabbed a Diet Dr. Pepper (or two or three). My sister-in-Diet-Coke, Sandra, happened to see me, and there I was—totally un-tied and un-Diet Coked! Wearing a tie and swiggin’ a Diet Coke are two of my defining “thangs”. I felt naked! I felt like an imposter! I don’t care how hot my neck gets, or how much I might once in a blue moon crave a Diet Dr. Pepper. My neck’ll always be tied, and my veins will always bleed Diet Coke. In other words, I will never again step out of my true-me superhero costume! 👔 🥛 Note: See how cute Bow Tie o’ the Day is in the photo—just hangin’ its tiny body down in embarrassment and complete shame for us both.

The mutts saw me standing on one leg while I stretched this morning, so they declared today to be Pink Flamingo Fashion Day. I let them pick out my attire, and this is what they came up with. Roxy thought I should wear the regular tie, and Skitter thought I should don the bow tie. I like to please ’em both, so I will sport the two Ties o’ the Day simultaneously. Gotta stretch and try new things, my friends! 🌴 🌈

Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are trying to make it all make sense. After a summer of yard sales, of dozens of donations to thrift stores, of oodles o’ loads o’ junk thrown into the bins at the garbage dump, and of just plain giving things away—how do we still possess so much stuff for which we have no need nor place? ‘Splain that to me, Lucy! At least we keep the C-ville Deseret Industries stocked up with silly bits o’ tid!

Roxy models Tie o’ the Day for us here, as her way of guaranteeing I will find her so adorable that I must give her exactly what she wants: TUMMY RUBS. Her tummy is as wide and long as the Mississippi River, so providing Ms. Roxy with all the t-rubs she wants could be a full-time job if I let it—which I won’t. I mean—other critters need tummy rubs too. 🐃🐢🐒🦍🐪🐇🦑🐨🐸

Bow Tie o’ the Day is having a blast hangin’ with Big Helen at our Centerville Dog and Poetry and Crocheting and Sewing Mansion Estate Ranch. 😉 Mom wanted to be only in the background of this photo cuz she is not happy with her hair. 💇 She misses her Thursday “Hair and BLUE BLOODS Day.” She says she needs her few remaining hairs cut and permed ASAP. Despite her hair travails, Mom is zippy and clever as ever. Her recovery exhausts her, but is on track. 🚂

Bow Tie o’ the Day is pulling a bit of a “Where’s Waldo?” in this snapshot. Trust me! Bow Tie’s hangin’ around my neck, as per usual. It thoughtfully gathered The Three Helen’s, to be photographed together for posterity—in all our grand Helen-osity. Mom is quite jolly today, despite this look on her face. 😁 And the babe in this pic is Emily Helen Wright, one of Ron’s granddaughters. Helen on, y’all!