Category: Ties

Tie o’ the Day #2 brings you some evening clash fashion: optical illusions, fluorescent paisley, and downright explosive fashion chaos for the eyes. I must admit that my favorite outfits are the ones that make the least sense. 🌪

An ex of mine once told me my thinking was chaotic and messy and not linear. What? You mean I don’t think in a straight line? I thought I was being complimented on my creative propensities. Turns out, NOPE. That should explain why one day I zig-zaggedly packed a suitcase with all my notebooks and flew about thirty states away from my ex. My outside-the-lines thinking and I plopped back down in Utah, where there is enough room to create messy, nonlinear word-art. 📝  🖍 🔏 📓

TTMIT ALERT! But the best thing: My sidewinder thinking also won me back my first and last flame. All’s right with the world.😍

Roxy is Tie o’ the Day’s guest star this morning. Note that she is tie-less. Kinda. Boxy Roxy can’t always wear a tie. Sometimes her neckwear has to be a shock collar, which we have dubbed The Collar of Shame.

Roxy has a problem with yapping at EVERYTHING. But don’t worry about the shocking effects of the collar. I took the battery out of it soon after we bought it for her, cuz after the first couple of zaps, I simply couldn’t bear the thought of even the tiniest shock on her sweet neck. Just putting the battery-less gadget on her keeps her barking fits in line. When I put the Collar of Shame around her ample neck, she quiets down and hangs her head in contrition. I don’t make her wear it very long, and she gets the point.

I have no doubt that Suzanne would like to put a battery in The Collar of Shame and wrap it around my neck sometimes. And I’m positive I would deserve every last shock, until the battery wears itself out and she has to replace it with another.

This ‘fit was my attire for my Pub crawl last night. (Can you do a pub crawl when there is only one pub in town? I think YUP.) Aside from my usual Diet Coke, the drinks on this tank and bow tie are the only drinks I sat with at my table. (Yes, I sat alone at my table last night, writing another million-dollar poem.)

Ah, the days of impeccable beer in red Solo cups, and fancy mixed drinks! It makes me nostalgic. But not nostalgic enough to wanna take up that kind of drinking again. Let me just say that when I drank, I was superb at it. But sometimes we need to change even the things at which we excel. I think realizing what we need to change is called growing up, and growing up means we have achieved a slice of wisdom.

There. How’s that for a church lesson about teetotalling, on this blue-skied, bird-chirping Sabbath morn? And BTW, there is no church bow tie this morning, cuz I sort of kind of slept in and didn’t make it to church. Oops!

Roxy says it all. Tonight’s Tie o’ the Day post is sponsored by the letter Z, as in zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. As in “catch some z’s.” Even the ties and bow ties and bolos are tucked in bed. G’night, my tbloglodytes. 🛌

After watching me parade around in my awesome winter hats yesterday and today, Tie o’ the Day #2 pouted and threw tantrums until I said, “Enough is enough. Go find one of your own hats and I will let you pose all by yourself for the website.” Tie did not disappoint. Check out its fabulous Christmas beanie! From the looks of the headwear, I’m thinking Tie crafted the little gem just for this occasion. My ties have such talent!

Because everybody needs a mowhawk winter hat! And this hat says, “Merry Birthday, Katie Poulsen, my Delta neighbor!”

I discovered this headwear just sitting at the back of a closet shelf. I have a suspicion it was hiding cuz it doesn’t want to be displayed in our forthcoming yard sale. I gently explained that I will make sure it goes to a good, fun home. The hat is wrapping its head around the plan. I’m giving it lots of hugs, and it will be okay.

Tie o’ the Day #1 is from Tommy Hilfiger. Shirt is a Bugatchi. Again.

Moving can weird you out. When you’re going through closets, you find all kinds of strange and forgotten stuff. Why did I think I needed this hat? At the time, I just had to have it. (Okay, so I was in my late 40’s when I bought it.) Sure, it was fun for a small period of time. But it is not the kind of possession you wanna take the time to throw in a U-haul and move it from one house to another. The bottom line is that I enjoyed the hat, and now it can go in our next yard sale. Come ‘n’ get it!

The population of Tie o’ the Day is moving wherever I move, however. So don’t worry about missing out on the tie collection. This Tie o’ the Day is by Ted Baker. And yes, I am still wearing my pajamas in this photograph.

In case you wondered where I learned my distinctive clash fashion style, here’s the answer. Helen Sr. taught me well. Blame her.

The tie idea is all mine, of course.

(Bow) Tie o’ the Day #2 has no label, so I can’t tell you what manufacturer made it. Shirt hails from The Gap. I had no idea I had a shirt-and-tie matchy mix somewhere in my closet. But I do, it appears. And the cherry on top of this outfit is my Cruel Girl cap.

We went to Michael’s, and to Ross, and to Barnes & Noble a couple of hours ago, and my style choices  seemed to interest the shopping citizenry of Bountiful bigly–especially children. Perhaps I need to trade in my Sloggers for clown shoes. 🤡

As I’ve mentioned before, I don’t look for attention. I just be me. And being me just seems to stick out. At the very least, me being me gives people something to smile about for a couple of seconds. I don’t take the credit for amusing folks. Nope. It’s the ties, man.🏀  It’s the ties. 👔

 

(Bow) Tie o’ the Day #1 is so helpful around the house lately. I believe Bow Tie is going to ask for an increase in its allowance and is, therefore, doing extra chores.

Here, Bow Tie is writing out checks to pay household bills. I only wish BowTie would use its own checking account instead of ours. Now, THAT would be helpful. THAT would be worthy of an allowance increase.