Month: December 2017

Holiday Ties o’ the Day join me in a tippin’ o’ my hat to Dad. Sean Connery stole my dad’s look, you know. Or Dad and 007 were identical twins, separated at birth. When I took Dad on a tour of Washington D.C., he got asked for autographs time after time by those who were sure he was Mr. Connery. He gladly signed his moniker for his fans. Sometimes he’d sign Connery’s name, and sometimes he’d sign his own. His is more valuable to me. 💜

St. Ron, the Bee Man went to the big bee yard in the sky ten years ago, on this day. Tie o’ the Day pays tribute with its trophy bucks, which happen to be wearing bow ties. Bow Tie o’ the Day honors him with its Santa-hatted dogs. Dad told me once that he thought about becoming a History professor. I think he would have excelled in that career. I often saw him in his rocking chair reading volumes from our encyclopedia set. Decent man.

Bow Tie o’ the Day presents colored bulbs for Christmas string lights. And this coiffure is the best I can muster to imitate Edward Scissorhands’s hairstyle. In this photo, my hairdo looks more like a Scissorhands toupee. A decade ago my hair was long enough that I was able to chop it off and donate it to LOCKS OF LOVE, to make hair prostheses for financially disadvantaged children with medical hair loss. Rowan did the same. Good man, sweet child o’ mine. I’m proud o’ you.

It’s your turn. Ties o’ the Day want YOU! Your mission is to give me a rest, by figuring out their connections and writing your own clever caption or paragraph. They know you can do it. They also know that you Facebook followers know you have to keep it somewhat clean. But not too clean. Santa and the ties sort of expect you to be a touch naughty this time of year. You can get back on Santa’s good list by being nice tomorrow.

Aside from our Chuck Brown X-mas trees, we never put up a tree. Long story. Blame Suzanne. But this year, Suzanne set up the tree and ornaments her grandma had on her dining table every year. Tie o’ the Day is not one of Suzanne’s grandma’s ornaments, but it and its snowmen wanted to stake out some prime tree territory from which to watch over the presents. Tie will keep the wrapping secure. But if my knuckles get slap burns, you’ll know I got caught peeking.

I did an update on the holiday tie count. Currently, I still have 57 Ties o’ the Day, and 25 Bow Ties o’ the Day to wear, so the numbers mean I have to wear 3.28 pieces of neckwear in 25 days (including the 26th), in order for you to see them all. I’ll count each bow tie as the .28. And I promised Suzanne I won’t buy any more holiday ties. This year. Anyhoo… The wee-weeing dog tie demonstrates that when you gotta go, you gotta go. Poor yellow snowman. 🐶 ☃️

I did it again. While I erranded along the Wasatch Front, I acquired another Christmas tie. Or two. Whatever Tie o’ the Day I’m wearing inevitably encourages me to collect more ties. I suppose you could say our house is a kind of tie rescue, or tie pound. And yes, we are a No Kill Tie Shelter. I do admit, however, I don’t really allow any neckwear to be adopted out. There’s ample love and food in our house for any ties that can fit. 🏡 👔

Tie and Bow Ties o’ the Day accompanied me to finish up some errands this morning. We cruised to Provo and Salt Lake, and we talked and snort-laughed the entire drive, down and back. I was surprised how Tiny Bow Tie Lapel Pin dominated the conversation. Tiny Bow Tie Lapel Pin is teeny but has a big, lickety-split, loud, and non-stop mouth. The conversation was interesting but TIE-ring. Our guts hurt from all the laughing. After JUDGE JUDY, we are gonna take a nap until dinner. 🛌