Day: September 13, 2019

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I Better Gas Up The Vibe

Both times I’ve sat down at my desk to write TIE O’ THE DAY posts today, my brain has gone right to Mom. Clearly, I’m missing her bigly. I need to make another day-journey to Deltassippi ASAP. Skitter will certainly tag along. Suzanne will too, I hope.

This photo is from 2015. Again, Mom’s in my old Delta living room– drinking her Pepsi and peering out the window at the neighborhood’s comings-and-goings. It must have been a cold-butt day outside when I snapped this. As always, Mom was setting trends with her lackadaisical, tie-less style. It’s the socks that raise this outfit to a supreme level of Mom-ness fashion.

I can totally see Mom as a commercial fashion designer. She might have to create herself a designer-y name though: Oscar de la Mom-a. Tommy Helenfilger. Gloria VanderHelen. Grandma Klein. Diane Von FurstenHelen. HWNY. Dolce and GabHelen. HUCCI. Helenmut Lang. H. Crew. Heljimmy Choo. Helaxander McQueen. Paco Helbanne. Helentino. Ralph Helen. Yves Saint Helent. One of those could definitely work. If anyone can pull it off, it would be Mom.

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Mom Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Bow Tie

I love running across pix of Mom. Here she is, sometime around four years ago, visiting me in my former Delta abode. When I was in town, Mom wandered over to hang with me two or three times a day. Usually, Mom held court on my porch, where we solved the problems of the world. We were laughing so hard about something one summer day on the porch that Mrs. Rowlette—who just happened to be driving by—pulled into my driveway and asked what was so funny. We invited her onto the sacred porch, where she laughed with us for the next hour. Mrs. Rowlette was not the first, nor was she the last, to find out what happened on the porch, stayed on the porch.

When the weather and temperature didn’t cooperate, this bigly chair by the bigly picture window at my place was Mom’s throne. Mom’s style needs no neckwear, although I’d give her the bowtie off my neck if she wanted it. And you can see where I got my basic fashion sensibilities, right?