Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Look at that, will ya? Tie o’ the Day chick is the spittin’ image of how I’ll look after my hair grows out. In a past life, I surely must have been Sandro Botticello’s model for the painting that inspired Tie: THE BIRTH OF VENUS. Hey, weirder things have happened, and will continue to happen. I’m convinced I was Rasputin in another of my past lives. Suzanne always says YOU WERE NOT THAT EVIL MAN! And I always pout and say, “You NEVER let me be Rasputin.” 🎨
Feather Bow Tie o’ the Day adds dash to the cover of this serious– but quite ridiculous– 1963 book of instructions for becoming the right kind of girl. I didn’t know all these complicated must-do’s before I perused the book. I kinda feel lucky I was clueless. For example, I’m glad I didn’t know that Prom is the most important event of a girl’s life. And I’m particularly happy I didn’t know a girl should wash her hair only twice a month. Does that make me a failure at girl-dom? 💅 👗 👛 👠 👡 👢 🛁
I wish I’d worn Bow Tie o’ the Day that day. 🙃 Bishop Travis and I grew up more like siblings than like aunt and nephew. He’s been on my mind non-stop since I scheduled my surgery. In 2013, Trav received a pancreas and kidney transplant. He carries both the blessings and the burdens of his life being saved as a result of another family’s tragedy. My surgery doesn’t compare to his. But my surgery research says I’ll likely get an identical scar. Siblings-in-scars, forever! 〰 😷 There’s a cape for that. 😉
Bow Tie o’ the Day announces: Your “to-cut-or-not-to-cut-my-head-hairs” votes have been tallied. Votes from Facebook, emails, texts, and the website say you don’t want me to chop off my hairs before surgery. It appears most of you want to torture me by making me grow my head fur until I’m Rapunzel. I’m warning you, the process won’t be pretty. But I accept the will o’ the people. You have spoken, and so I will suffer hairily until you’re satisfied, and then I’ll machete my hair to smithereens again. 🙃 💇 🗡
Bishop Travis and his First Lady, Collette, invited me and Bow Tie o’ the Day to see the documentary, WON’T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR?. Of course, it’s about Mr. Rogers, which means it’s about the worth and dignity of each of us– regardless of rank, bank account, last name, etc.. You know– about all those simple, yet profound, human truths. I hied to SLC to meet Trav and Co at the theatre, and they surprised me by wearing bow ties. The entire time. My surgery apprehensions magically disappeared. 😃
Just sittin’ around on a Saturday morning, pretending to smoke a fat cigar, while I wait for my pa-in-law to show up to give me a blessing. Tie o’ the Day clashes with Shirt o’ the Day, much like the cigar is juxtaposed with the idea of a blessing. Clash should go beyond fashion. Clashy living leads to seeing the world from perspectives you never thought possible. You learn to live with questions, which leads to thinking. And that leads to living a life of thinking AND thoughtfulness.
Not-Tie o’ the Day. Father’s Day and Dad’s birthday were this month. I had a difficult time posting about him this year. Dad’s been gone 10 years, and I still miss his bald head. This pic of my beekeeper dad was snapped long before I was born. I’ve titled it, ST. RON OF THE BEES. I don’t remember what I was being punished for as a kid once, but Dad kicked my butt with his work boots. He did it so softly only my pride got hurt.
Bow Tie o’ the Day exudes affection– for Suzanne, who I am infinitely grateful for. Suzanne is the coolest, smartest, funniest, silliest, kindest, cutest, patient-est, generous-est, surprising-est person I’ve ever met. We probably all think the same about the person we love. In fact, it occurs to me that if you don’t feel those things about your person, you shouldn’t be hooked-up with them at all. Don’t settle for anyone except your soulmate. I didn’t. I married up, as they say. I got beyond what I deserve.
Tie o’ the Day and I are debating about my head hairs. The longer side of my mop falls in my eyes, and I like it this way. I’ve got rubber bands to create a side pigtail if I need one. But I think hair-in-eyes might be annoying while I’m at Huntsman. I could get my usual trim-and-shave before I go hospitaling. However, lately I’m thinking about growing all my hairs out into a longer style. I’m asking for your assistance. VOTE! To cut, or not to cut? 🤔
I’m the one in Bow (Tie) o’ the Day in my kindergarten class photo. It’s sort of a Colonel Sanders-esque bow tie. Again, it’s proof my love for every species of tie was born early. You can’t tell, but I am wearing a dress. Mom made all my dresses, cuz store-bought dresses tended to not have pockets, and I could not abide not having pockets. I was not happy if I couldn’t carry pencils, pens, a small notebook, Chapstick and Lemonheads– the basics of my entire life.