I think this swell gown looks like what you’d get if you crossed a creampuff with a macaroon. Yummy on the Red Carpet.
Another Possible Oscars Dress
Time To Choose My Oscar Gown
The Academy Awards ceremony is Sunday, and I am not ready for my stroll down the Red Carpet. I’m trying on dresses to find the right one. For an event like the Oscars, it’s always important to project a certain glamorous image, but I have so many glamorous images that I’m never quite certain which one is the right one for me to show off on such a bigly stage. Although this little number isn’t exactly gown-y, it seems like a good candidate for my Oscars evening. I’m sure I could probably get Suzanne to hurriedly crochet this for me, with time to spare.
I’m Usually A Patient Patient
Chartres-inspired Bow Tie o’ the Day is one of the few clip-on bow ties in my collection. When I played church softball as a kid, I used to wear clip-on bow ties on my softball shirts. Unfortunately, those clip-on bow ties got lost somewhere in the many moves I have made in my life. I hope whoever found them, enjoys them as much as I did.
Anyhoo… Please be aware that I have hit my top nerve, folks. My patience runneth over, and it runneth over anything in my way. I have been waiting patiently since last Friday afternoon for a call to schedule my next medical procedure. I’m doing fine handling my Hanky Panky’s current level of pain, but I don’t want to handle it for one minute more than I absolutely have to. The sooner the procedure’s scheduled, the sooner it’s done. I now impatiently scream to the world, “Let’s get this lithotripsy on the road!” I’m usually very nice about these kinds of things, because I know the world doesn’t—and shouldn’t—revolve around me. However, my patience began to boil, so I made a couple of calls yesterday—with my serious-as-heck voice—and I was told I’d get a call to finalize the scheduling today. Well, it’s today, and it’s 4:30 PM, and I haven’t even received a junk call about my auto warranty.
An Accessory Mystery
It’s no mystery that I adore paisley, so there’s nothing to be solved as far as Face Mask o’ the Day and Tie o’ the Day are concerned. It’s all very clear. The mystery I am trying to solve is all about this yellow lapel pin I’m wearing. What kind of human being is a pin designer who decides, “Hey, I know! I’ll make a pin depicting a lemon Jello mold with a golden stapler in it! Everyone will want that lapel pin! I’ll be rich!” A person such as that sounds like an odd someone I would probably like to meet. I think we’d have much in common—if only our collections that astound and perplex normal people.
Somethin’s Up
If you’ve had kids—or have been around kids—you will know exactly what I’m talking about here. You know how a house with at least one little kid in it is a cornucopia of noises. There’s always some kid thing going on, and it is accompanied by its own soundtrack of chatter, crashes, and glee. Even one kid will jabber away while they play. As a parent, you know that the time to get worried about what the kids are doing is when it gets quiet. Quiet means a kid is up to no good and that they are savvy enough to put on the cloak of silence in order to not get caught doing a bad, but super interesting, deed. Quiet means the ball of 1000 rubber bands in the desk drawer very well might now be in the toilet.
Our house is kind of like that still, even though I’m alone in it most days. I talk to myself. I talk to Skitter. I sing. I think out loud. I narrate whatever task occupies my time. I am often loud, just to be loud. But I’ve been uncharacteristically quiet in the house this week. It’s making me a touch nervous. I’m suspicious my own brain is plotting something bigly I don’t want to know about. 🤡
Reckoning Justice
My “banned books” Face Mask o’ the Day reminds me that so many of these books address themes of various and sundry injustices. In 1853, The American Unitarian preacher, Theodore Parker, published a sermon called “Justice and the Conscience.” From its pages, I offer up this quote to chew on: “I do not pretend to understand the moral universe; the arc is a long one, my eye reaches but little ways; I cannot calculate the curve and complete the figure by experience of sight; I can divine it by conscience. And from what I see I am sure it bends toward justice.” I’d like to think my personal little moral arc bends toward justice. I know I want it to. I guess I better check myself on that a bit more often than I do—just to be sure. I recommend we all check ourselves about that.
You Can’t Look Away
In this selfie from August 2020, seahorses Bow Tie o’ the Day is pleased to present the impenetrable unibrow I would be sporting if I went a week without tweezing my eyebrows. All hail the tweezers!
Lines O’ Plenty
Bow Tie o’ the Day, with its curved lines, is one of my recent painted wood acquisitions. This selfie says I seem to be feeling all kinds of stripey, for some reason. If I feel a certain way, I usually try to dress like it. I have no earthly idea why I do that, except to say it’s simply how I roll. As far as what it means to feel “stripey,” I don’t know that exact answer either. I can tell you it is true that I have had a hankering all day for some Fruit Stripe gum from my kidhood, and I did listen to the Kate Bush song, “Big Stripey Lie” thrice this morning. Also, when I checked the family text thread over breakfast earlier, I saw a picture of Suzanne’s niece who is in the National Guard—which made me think of the Bill Murray movie, “STRIPES.” It must be World Stripe Day or something. Wearing lines/stripes just hits the spot today. I have no doubt I will move on to other feelings and designs tomorrow.
BTW I haven’t yet heard anything at all from the lithotripsy docs, so nothing has been scheduled. I hate waiting.
Well, That Didn’t Work
Despite my wearing a ferocious animal print Bow Tie o’ the Day to my ERCP at the hospital, the scope the doc stuck down my throat and into various innards was unable to dislodge and retrieve the boulder growing in my pancreas. It’s official: Plan A was a failure, so we’re on to Plan B and the shockwaves of lithotripsy. I don’t yet have an appointment for it, but I’m hoping it will be scheduled by the end of the day. The minute it’s on my calendar, you can bet I’ll be rummaging through the Tie Room neckwear inventory for the exact right piece to wear to Plan B, for good luck. In all my years of unofficial—but thorough—fashion studies, I have never once come across any suggestions for what to wear to a lithotripsy appointment. I guess it’s up to me to be the brave fashionista explorer who makes that discovery. 😎
In 24 Hours, I Can Eat
Yup, I’m on a clear liquid diet today. I can’t eat a solid thing until tomorrow after my ERCP. Since I can’t eat, I’m channeling my hunger into my neckwear. Salad Tie o’ the Day and Hot-Dog-Hamburger-Pizza-Fries Bow Tie o’ the Day will have to satisfy my urge to eat.