Pillow o’ Dad’s Regular Attire is something I’ve posted photos of before. And I’m sure you will see it again, probably this Sunday on Father’s Day. I’m appreciative someone thought to craft his overalls and workshirts into pillows for us. It is a comfort to me to be able to still touch, hold, and lay my head on Dad’s clothing, even over a decade after his death. I wish the fabric still smelled like him. I miss the man more and more, the longer he’s been gone.
Bow Tie o’ the Day is yet again another sign, coincidence, connection, etc.–whatever word you wanna call it. Bow Tie is the selection my non-wood bow-tie-o-the-month club sent me two days ago. I don’t get to choose what bow tie the club sends, and somehow the perfect specimen showed up in the mail for me at just the right time. My dad was a superior deer hunter who slayed many a trophy buck. How serendipitous is it that buck Bow Tie o’ the Day came to me just when I needed a piece of new neckwear to wear for my huntin’ Dad’s birthday?! Deer, his birthday, Father’s Day, and a buck bow tie I didn’t get to pick out have all come together to help me honor him this week. Everything’s connected, folks. We’re all connected too. You can read the signs.