Day: August 28, 2018

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My Clash Muscle Is Getting Back In Shape

I think National Bow Tie Day kicked me in my clash this afternoon, prompting me to clash up mightily with Bow Tie o’ The Day, a green-black-and-gray tank, a pink monkey bandana, and a plaid orange-blue-and-lighter-blue  button-down shirt– which I wore as my cape. Oh, it felt fantabulous to be back in my normal fashion! Ah, the exuberance I’m experiencing! I’ve missed my wild attire.

And did I mention my shirt-cape? I know I did, but I wanted to emphasize its snazziness by typing CAPE again. And there I did it again. Suzanne keeps promising to make me a real cape, but so far it ain’t happened. I think the homemade cape is like the skirt made out of ties which she said she was gonna make for herself, back in 1986. She finishes almost all her projects, except for a handful that never quite seem to even get started. I know she did find a pattern for a cape for me about a decade ago. I’m sure it’s somewhere. Maybe she’ll find it when she starts putting stuff in her Ultimate SewingBox– which will be assembled as soon as we return from vacation. (Neckwear and I will photo that process for y’all.)

As much as I enjoy clashing, I’m surprised that surgery could make me feel so-so about it. Usually, I leap out of bed when I awake, and I immediately get myself outrageously garbed up. Even before I brush my dentures. But since surgery, I’ve been kinda blah about it. I knew I would feel like that for the first couple of weeks, but the dull-osity kept hanging on. I know it was just exhaustion from my body healing that was keeping me from dressing like myself, but I’m surprised it has dragged on for two months. Oh, I’ve had days here and there that I’ve dressed in my loud fashion. But mostly, I’ve worn lazy fashion– with only tiny bits o’ clash involved.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I began to feel this clash energy really surge on the exact same day as National Bow Tie Day. I don’t believe in coincidences for the most part. Nope, I think that my personal fashion muscle has flexed itself because of my eternal and mysterious connection with my bow ties– and, therefore, with my bow ties’ annual day o’ honor.

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O, Special Night

Bow Tie o’ Last Evening brought it’s steampunk gears along to Vertical Diner in SLC for a triple celebration of sorts. First, it was Monday, which is Homely Family Evening– as I call it. Second, we honored Rowan for his 21st birthday. He’s officially a Toddler Man. (When he turned 18, he became a Baby Man.) And third, we celebrated National Bow Tie Day Eve. What an exciting time for us all!

We have to choose eating establishments carefully when we take Rowan out for eats, because he is a vegan. He became a vegetarian a few years ago, and that turned into his becoming a vegan. Not all restaurants serve vegan food. Vertical Diner is a perfect choice for Rowan’s food proclivity because every item on the menu is vegan. Of course, that also means there are no items for me, since I am a confirmed meat-eater. Oh well. It was a sacrifice I gladly made for Rowan’s birthday dinner. Suzanne and I had meatless taco salads, and Rowan ate a Philly cheesesteak sandwich. I don’t know what the “steak” was made of, nor do I know what the  vegan “cheese” really was. I find it’s better for me if I don’t ask questions about it. (Vertical Diner does not offer Diet Coke/Diet Pepsi– or even the non-diet versions. What animal do they come from that makes them not vegan?”)

I’m sure you’re asking, “What’s the difference between ‘vegetarian’ and ‘vegan’?” The short, simple answer is this: Vegetarians don’t eat animals, but may eat products that come from animals– like dairy and eggs. Vegans, on the other hand, do not eat animals AND they do not eat products that come from animals.

I’m fine about people eating whatever type of diet they feel good about. I don’t mock it. But I am clearly an omnivore. And personally, I think if you want to eat a piece of bacon, eat a piece of bacon. I don’t understand the eating of “fake” bacon– plant bacon. That’s just me. However, I’m extremely proud of Rowan for being committed to his principles.

As I mentioned earlier, it was also National Bow Tie Day Eve. I was so excited about today being National Bow Tie Day that I couldn’t get to sleep at all last night. The anticipation was filling my head. To celebrate this fine day, I’m loading all the bow ties into the bed of my Hombre, and taking them to Lagoon to play– on their very own speshul day. Wish me luck keeping track of the herd. 🤡