Category: Ties

I recruited these Bow Ties o’ the Day to keep Mom safe while she and her new hip spend a few days with us. If you know Mom, you know she does not stop moving. Thus, I designated these bow ties to be her Secret Service detail, and to curtail her movement within the house. The entire house is a NO BIG HELEN ZONE—except the couch and potty. I’m pretty confident that any tie/bow tie o’ mine is up to the task. Can’t wait to see her!

Bow Tie o’ the Day, covered in bubble critters, is yesterday’s reject. It didn’t get the required votes to be worn yesterday. But I had to wear it today, so it’s tie feelings wouldn’t be hurt. Blah, blah, blah…self esteem…blah, blah, blah…participation trophy…blah, blah, blah. AND MOSTLY, I had to wear it cuz my pal, Darci, voted for it and has been whining about it not winning. Hey, Darci! Stick this in your cupcake and smoke it! 😜

Here’s the winning bow tie. Y’all made a marvelous choice! Thanks for picking the exact right Bow Tie o’ the Day. It was an especially important decision because tonight was Date Night, and you know how that’s gotta be perfect. Suzanne and Tie and I are in SLC at STANZA, which is becoming my fave restaurant. We’re becoming recognized as regulars at STANZA, but we know it’s Tie o’ the Day they really like to see. We’re just happy to be tagging along in such groovy company.

Hey, I’m asking for your help. I have never had a problem choosing Tie o’ the Day, but I’m stumped this morning. I’ve narrowed it down to these two specimens: a brown-checked, point bow tie, and a bubble critter regular bow tie. Please, please, please, help a tie-wearer out! Which piece of neckwear am I putting on for the day?

Despite the soggy weather, Tie o’ the Day and I are feeling a bit hibiscus-y. I do have to admit to you tbloglodytes that my hibiscus-covered shorts are not, in fact, shorts. They are boxers. Tie tells me no one will notice they are boxers, cuz they will be too busy adjusting their eyes to the hibiscus clash of this ensemble’s entirety. Obviously, Tie o’ the Day has moments of superhuman clarity and perspective. 🌺 🌺 🤡

Roxy began yapping and pouting after Skitter did this morning’s post. According to Roxy, “Skitter ALWAYS gets to star on Tie O’ The Day! I NEVER get a turn!” This caused a bunch of barking and snarking between the two of them. But once I photographed Roxy wearing Tie o’ the Day, they both settled down, curled up together at my feet, and napped. Clearly, all is forgiven, now that the website attention has been equally distributed. ⚖

Skitter was miffed when she realized we had once again been too busy (moving furniture around our one house) to post yesterday, so she got up early to slip into Tie o’ the Day. She is not like me at all: she is content with having this one tie in her tie closet. But it does go perfectly with her one outfit. 👔👗

Tie O’ The Day missed y’all yesterday, but we were packing our remaining household tchotchkes. Tonight, our relocation from Deltassippi to Centerville is done. (More on that, later.) Anyhoo…Church Bow Tie o’ the Day belongs to this young gentleman in St. George, photographed by my big bro, Ron. Ron doesn’t know the kid, but when he saw him at church today, he got the bow-tied boy to pose for a snapshot. And a young tie star is born!

Bow Tie o’ the Day was itching to step outside its comfort zone a bit, so I situated it like a regular tie. Bow Tie seems to be enjoying itself tremendously, just dangling freely through our day—as though it is rappelling down the side of a mountain. Or two. If you know what I mean. 😂 Let’s hope I don’t have any bow ties that want to be stripper tassels. ⛰ 👯

So I was cruisin’ west on I-80 in my dirty red truck, driving from C-ville to D-ville today. And OMGolly!!! My neck was naked! This was an emergency! And I briefly thought of calling 911. But I’m a somewhat reasonable gal, so I simply drew one on my neck. It had to be done, cuz what if I wrecked and had to go to the hospital—without a Tie o’ the Day? Forget that thing about wearing clean underwear: The tie’s the thing.🖊