To Me, It’s A Black Hole. To Suzanne, It’s Paradise.

Tie o’ the Day and I happily killed a bunch of time (see the clockworks on Cufflinks o’ the Day) at the bookstore and two other stores, while Suzanne touched every item sold at MICHAEL’S. That is only slightly an exaggeration. Craft/fabric stores take Suzanne hostage when she walks in. Such stores are like amusement parks to her. She emerges from them after hours of play, in one of two ways. Either she bought one trinket for a buck, or she bought an entire aisle of yarn. 🛍 🛒 🏬

A Happy Rockefeller. And Ties! Glorious Ties!

I’m feeling rich, so Bow Tie o’ the Day sports a bling-y second bow tie and corner points. When I say I’m rich, I don’t mean in the wallet way. I mean “rich” in the blessings way.  A cozy house with big windows, an old jalopy of a truck, and my fancy ties. Among other things. And I have my Suzanne. I can’t begin to express how rich she makes my life– even though she says this hat makes my head look like it’s wearing a condom. 🙄