Category: Ties

Bow ties, but no church bow tie on this Sabbath. These two IZODs climbed onto my ears to show me they can be bigly earrings too. They are more than neckwear. They have double lives as earwear.

Yes, the photo makes it clear that I’m still in my pajamas. No church for me this morning, since I am not in Deltassippi. But I will soon begin to attend church in my Centerville ward. The ward house is only a block away from our abode, so I can stroll to Sacrament Meeting  on my own two feet. The development’s swimming pool is on the way there, so if I want, I can jump in for a quick skinny dip before I head into the church. 😇

Anyhoo… I will be able to accompany Suzanne’s parents to meetings here, since they live in my ward. That parents-in-law church-going will be an interesting experience for me. And my attendance at church will be equally interesting for the ward, since I wear pants to church. And also, I kinda stick out, just by being me. 👖

This Stacy Adams Bow Tie o’ the Day #2 is called a Big Boy. Let me remind you that Big Boy bows are…GUESS WHAT?…bigger than regular bow ties. If you are an amateur bow tie-wearer, you might not be able to pull off this look safely. You might possibly poke your eye out. You could even end up looking kinda clownish in one of these if you haven’t had the correct training. I mean, it has taken me decades to master the art of wearing over-sized neckwear. 😜

And this face? I’ve never been able to decide if I look more like Mom or Dad. I do know, however, that there is no question about who da baby daddy is. 🐝

(Bow) Tie o’ the Day #1 has been experiencing bigly back pain lately. As a result, Bow Tie has taken up both yoga and Pilates. Here, you can see Bow Tie doing some stretching and balance exercises on the bigly rubber ball. It’s a sad situation when my ties work out more often than I do. 🏋️‍♀️

You might not know this fact about me, but in one of my past lives, I was Clayton Moore. And I loved acting in The Lone Ranger. I believe the bandana around my neck in this picture is the beginning of my obsession with ties. In fact, I prefer to call this neckwear an ascot, instead of a mere “bandana.” And here’s some fine trivia for ya: Ascots are also known as “hanker-ties.” But the word “ascot” sounds so much more sophisticated and fashionable than those other terms. And being fashionable–clashy or matchy–is soooooo dang important to how the world functions. 😜 Hi, ho, Silver!

Tie o’ the Day #1 makes my neck crawl a bit. It is a solid, black velvet little critter from H & M. It feels quite odd to wear such a low-key bow tie. But I have done it on occasion, and I’m certain I will again–but rarely and rarely.

And yes, I’m in a wild hat again. This one is for summer, especially for the beach. I haven’t been to the ocean for years, so the Reservoir has been a small-scale substitute. Trust me, the beaches of the Res and the Atlantic Ocean do not resemble each other one iota. And please don’t bring up the nudist beach I went to once in Rehoboth, Delaware. I have tblogged about it in the past, but tblogging about it once was enough. I do have to confess that my adventure at that beach was stupendously, bigly fun. I’m sure the enormous cooler of beer we had with us was what gave me the courage to strip down. And I’m pretty sure I won’t be doing that scene again, cuz I don’t partake of that kind of liquid sacrament anymore. I guess that’s one more positive thing about not drinking.🍺

Shirt is from IZOD. Hat is from KBETHOS.

Tie o’ the Day #2 (a Stacy Adams) heard that The Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus is going out of business forever. Tie’s been bawling its eyes completely dry all day. You see, Tie has always had the dream of becoming a trapeze artist with that circus. Tie wants to  fly through the air, with the proverbial greatest of ease. I managed to snap this photo of Tie practicing its trapeze artistry in the laundry room. From clothes hanger to clothes hanger to clothes hanger, Tie continues to swing–with tears a’cloudin’ its eyes–with spectacular dignity and grace, despite the fact that The Greatest Show on Earth is kaput. Even Tie o’ the Day’s dreams sometimes come crashing down. And to Tie, I’m positive it feels like there is no safety net. Pobrecito. 😭

Tie o’ the Day #1 (a Stacy Adams bow tie) enjoys playing with the mutts, and so it hopped into the bone-shaped dog toy bin, awaiting discovery by our very own Roxy. Skitter has no interest in dog toys whatsoever. Go figure.

Roxy, on the other hand, has to pull each one of her squeak toys out of the bone ASAP every day. She has a weird habit of putting all of the squeak critters into her food dish, where she licks them as she hoovers her food. As a bonus, she then drops one of the toys into her water dish, where it drowns ominously.(Please don’t lick or drown Tie o’ the Day, Roxy.) My theory about this behavior is that Roxy thinks the squeaks are her puppies, and this is how she feeds and waters them. Whatever, Roxy. 🐶🤷🏻‍♀️

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tie and I drove over 300 miles today. This moving from one house and into another requires lots of time and gas and driving. So tired Tie is napping and can’t even wake up for me to take a photo. So Tie o’ the Day is offering up a church ensemble from last year. Church bow tie is a happy specimen. Note the frilly lapel pin as well. And you can see that I desperately needed one side of my hairs cut.

 

So I’m working at my computer desk….just working…working…writing… Suddenly, I smell cigar smoke and hear some jazzy bar music, and so I turn around to my other desk to find out what’s happening. What do my eyes see? Bow Tie o’ the Day has created a stripper pole and is stripping for the rowdy crowds! This bow tie is gonna get a talking to, you can bet on that. I did not raise any of my ties to be exhibitionists, no matter how good the tips might be. (BTW Roxy is Tie’s bodyguard.)

I put on my DOCKERS bicycle tie today, with a BRUNO shirt, and, lo and behold, my fedora makes me look like a gangster or Indiana Jones. But really it’s just a rainy day, and fedoras are the best for protecting you from raindrops when going out into the world to do your household errands. And it looks very cool. And groovy, as well. The tie is something Mormon missionaries could wear, I think, if they are riding their bikes around to proselytize .

One evening when I lived in Virginia, I had to dash to the grocery store for milk  (and a 12-pack). In the store, the bakery was closing up and selling whatever was left for half off. The missionaries were buying bakery items. Good for them and their thrift. Anyhoo…As I was getting in my car with my groceries, the two missionaries passed me on their bikes. Each had one hand on the handlebars. With the other hand, each was balancing an entire fancy, frosted cake. Funny as could be. Starving missionaries on a mission to convert sugar. Into nutrition.

Of course, I had to yell something. “Brothers, remember that the Word of Wisdom stresses moderation.” And then I added, “Go, BYU!”