Striped Bow Tie o’ the Day is pleased to debut one side of the new wintry cape Suzanne created for me a couple of weeks ago. I thought Suzanne deserved to model my cape in the TIE O’ THE DAY spotlight since she works so tirelessly to make my whims become reality. Not everyone is willing to make capes, even for those they love. Ask yourself if your person would sew you a cape if you really, really, really wanted one. That’ll tell you where you stand.
Please note that Suzanne is in her pajamas under the cape, and I took the photo at 4:04 PM today, a Wednesday. Suzanne woke up with a bad headache this morning, so she said NO to going into work today. We jointly declared it to be a Pajama Day. What did Suzanne do with her day off? She slept-in half the day. Surprise, surprise. And now she’s working on a quilt top, which teems with doggies. Surprise, surprise. She’s laid out the fabric on the floor, figuring out the perfect arrangement of panels. (That’s the best use of floors.) Look at all those teeny squares she took the time to “fussy cut” and piece together. And take a guess who is the intended getter o’ Suzanne’s blanket creation. I’m not worthy! I’m not worthy!
Christmas-y Bow Tie o’ Yesterday accompanied me to the new hospital in Layton. I cannot remember the new hospital’s name. I was in too much distress to give a damn. I simply followed the directions the Google Maps GPS voice gave me.
What was my ouch problem? That stoopid right shoulder o’ mine. Only ten days ago I was in Bountiful at my shoulder specialist, where I received a cortisone shot. Darn rotator cuff. You can’t make it better by putting a snazzy cufflink on that kind of cuff. The cortisone shot worked, and helped the pain significantly. For three whole days. It was supposed to lessen the pain for at least three months. Rotator cuff fail. Once again, I need assistance to get dressed.
So off I went to see my specialist again, this time in his Layton office at the new hospital which name I can’t recall because I didn’t pay attention to the name because I was in pain and hadn’t had much sleep because my shoulder was acting up because my rotator cuff is hashed probably from back in the day when I was a pro wrestler as a second job because teaching didn’t pay enough because we say we value teachers in the public schools but we really don’t want our taxes to go up so we can pay them what they deserve and then we get mad at the teachers whose salaries suck whenever our kids disrespect them or get crappy grades cuz they’re our precious little babies so it must be the a-hole teachers’ fault but maybe my rotator cuff was hashed up back when I was a Navy Seal and saved the world from matters of such national security that to tell you about my missions would require me to then kill you because you knew the secrets or maybe my right shoulder is toast because I type TIE O’ THE DAY twice a day and although I’m left-handed I do almost everything else with my right hand and because I don’t know how to type I hunt-and-peck type and mostly with my right hand so maybe I’m going to have to learn to become a true left-hander and use my left hand for everything I do although I have never been able to use lefty scissors even though I tried all through my illustrious elementary school career and left-handed kid scissors remind me of Elementary School art projects which harks me back to eating elementary school paste with my friends in Mrs. Reid’s 2nd Grade classroom during recess until Mrs. Judd caught us…..and so on.
And OMGolly, that stream-of-consciousness, all-the-words-run-together-so-it’s-hard-to-read paragraph above seems to be evidence my sometimes-fibbing, storytelling mind is getting back in kilter. Or it’s getting off-kilter in the right way for me to be able to write posts again. I’m back, it appears. Sorta. Knock on wood. Or pergo. Or laminate. Whatever you’ve got.
Bow Ties o’ the Day caught up with their “matching” A CHRISTMAS STORY Â character bobbleheads. While staging this little scene for the photo, it very quickly dawned on me that when I am in the bipolar space I’m in this week, my head actually feels like it bobbles. I feel like I’m a bigly bobblehead. Perhaps that’s my superpower. I am The Bobbler! Maybe I’m even The Bipolar Bobbler!
One Bow Tie o’ the Day gives us mutts dressed in warm Christmas-color garb, while the other Bow Tie o’ the Day gives us wiener dogs wearing jingle-belled collars and nifty antlers. Tie o’ the Day shows us how a penguin makes a field goal. Honestly, I am not a fan of the word “cute.” It’s overused. But for these pieces o’ neckwear, “cute” is an entirely apt word. I’ll use it. This time.
Ties o’ the Day display some mighty clever snowbeings. Â The cleverest, in my opinion, is the snowman from England in the 16th Century. A clean beheading is always a festive thing. LA’s breasticled snowgal is a close second fave of mine.
Sorry my text has been absent in the last few posts. Remember all that blah, blah, blah I wrote last week about my current bipolarity vacation in the familiar territory of Depressionville? Well, it’s got me wordless. Even TIE O’ THE DAY can’t seem to get me yammer-writing tales or tidbits so I can write a proper post. The yammer will come back. It always does. Might be this afternoon. Might be who-knows-how long. No worries, though. I know my bipolarity’s tricks, and I always eventually whoop its ass.
I hope you’re still enjoying the holiday neckwear. My ties make me proud. I guess I’ve raised ’em right.
Bow Tie o’ Last Night spread its Christmas cheer at a new-to-us restaurant find in SLC. In the past few months, I’ve had out-loud conversations with myself about wanting to dine at CURRENT. I’ve googled CURRENT’s menu, and I’ve relayed to Suzanne my enthusiasm about wanting to try the place. So yesterday, when Suzanne said she’d made a reservation for dinner, I was hoping this would be the place. It was. And it is. It is a keeper (pun intended). CURRENT belongs to the same ownership group as my old go-to, STANZA, so I figured I’d be happy with the atmosphere and fare. We were not disappointed.
Golly, my sake-marinated salmon was a culinary pleasure. Suzanne surprised me by ordering the cod instead of scallops. If scallops are on the menu, Suzanne and scallops are the match. But not last night. Personally, I believe making a not-scallops decision was Suzanne’s way of spicing up the relationship. You know, you gotta change it up to keep it alive. You  have to keep your person guessing about you a bit. This was a bigly change-up for Suzanne. Subtlety is her mode.
Anyhoo… Dinner was a definite dessert-deserving meal. Two desserts, to be precise. And I wanted to bring a third one home, but I realized that would’ve been out-and-out sugar gluttony. I’ve been accused of worse. But I decided moderation was a wise course of action for once. (Since my surgery, I have been hungry, 24/7.)
In the photo, notice the background wall’s design of waves and fish. Hence, the place’s name: CURRRENT. It is attached to a bar called UNDERCURRENT.
I planned to get another photo outside the restaurant, which would have shown you my wint’ry cape, but the photographer fell through. Suzanne, it seems, forgot about the required TIE O’ THE DAY outside-the-eatery photo, and she immediately walked off to fetch the car– leaving me striking sexy poses in my cape, under the CURRENT sign, without being photographed while doing it. Silly Suzanne, forgetting a TOTD photo protocol. But the car was warm by the time she picked me up in the street, so that was good.
It’s a total mystery: I’ve tried a number of times to present the totality of my new cape here, but it seems to stay under wraps (pun intended) for some reason I can’t fathom. The cape’s glory doesn’t seem to want to unfurl itself when a photo can be snapped. My other capes threw themselves into the TIE O’ THE DAY spotlight as soon as they were born. But it’s as if this wint’ry cape is trying to remain hidden, like some sort of caped……crusader?
Is this particular cape super speshul? Is this particular cape full o’ superpowers it doesn’t want to call attention to? Is my cape trying desperately to retain its anonymity in order to successfully fight crime and boredom and blandness and whatever else it fights? Does wearing my cape turn me into some kind of superhero, and if so what is my superpower? Time will tell. Time will show. And I can’t wait.
Bow Ties o’ the Day and I have been on high clash fashion alert this afternoon because Suzanne, out of nowhere, texted me from her office that we are going out to dinner this evening. Date Night! (Not Bee Pig Date Night, which we haven’t done for months. Reminder to self: drain Bee Pig.) What you’re seeing in this picture is one of my attempts to wrangle my hair into a hairdo which won’t be unattractive and/or dangerous. This photo is incontrovertible, damning evidence I haven’t yet found a workable and appealing hairdo for my current hairs situation.
The list o’ things I need to do to gussy-up myself for a Friday night on the town is lengthy. I haven’t picked out the right bow tie yet. That always takes more time than I anticipate, because I end up getting pleasantly distracted in The Tie Room. The choosin’ o’ the neckwear for a public event is an exacting task. To me, creating the right clash fashion statement is both an art and a science experiment. And then there are the cufflinks, and earrings, and bracelets to be chosen. Oh, and I gotta decide on the perfect suspenders. It’s so hectic being a girl sometimes! Gotta go make myself stunning! But my giving spirit gives you these three Christmas bow ties to behold. Enjoy.
