Category: Bow Ties

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On My Own, Briefly

I’ve donned my spades wood Bow Tie o’ the Day, and aside from Bow Tie and Skitter, I’m on my own for a couple of days. This morning, Suzanne hit the road to Cedar City and St. George for a work assignment. What will I do, now that no one is here to keep me in line?

I’m an independent gal, but I can’t think of any bigly fun trouble I’m itching to get into. And I’m trying hard to come up with something to do, something edgy which I wouldn’t do with Suzanne around– something wild, but legal. I do not want Suzanne to have to bail me out of jail the minute she gets home. And Skitter doesn’t have enough money in her piggy bank to bail me out. Besides, Skitter’s money is for her Mission Fund.

I suppose I should be sensible and realize that if my plan requires me to do something I wouldn’t do if Suzanne were around, I probably shouldn’t do it at all. It wouldn’t be something that keeps me pointed in the direction I want my life to go. It’s almost like Suzanne is my Liahona (Mormon reference.). Really though, I’m my own Liahona. Over half a century, I’d like to think I have honed my Liahona skills. You really shouldn’t depend on another human being to be your main Liahona anyway. Others’ compasses can help you, to a certain degree, but you ultimately have to use your own. You are the only one who is ALWAYS with you. You are the only one who can aim you towards the exact place you want/need to be, at every moment of your existence. And that’s a lot of moments.

So I most likely won’t get myself sent to jail while Suzanne’s gone. Or ever. I don’t need laws to tell me what’s right or wrong, or which road to travel. I’ll be good, even if that means I’ll sometimes be boring.

But I am determined to rebel in some way today, so I will NOT do my chores. Deal with the dishes? Nope. Do the pile of laundry in the basket? Nope. Swiffer the floors? No way. Dust the baseboards? Nah. Pay bills? I should do that, but that’s the only bit of “housework” I’m gonna tackle today. Tomorrow, I will work my sore ribs off around the house before Suzanne returns late in the evening, and she’ll never know I declared today to be a Slug Day without her.

FYI Not to worry. Even though Suzanne is out of town, tomorrow is still Hairs Thursday. Suzanne did my hair last night, so it’s been photographed already.

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Just Do It

Bow Tie o’ the Day told me I better wake up and smell the coffee beans. Bow Tie told me to quit worrying and wondering about it, and just go to the urgent care clinic and have ’em take a gander at my sore ribs. And so I did

Got some x-rays. Got some advice about the proper speed with which to walk down flights of stairs. Got to repeat the details of my fall and my resulting pain symptoms– to the receptionist, the Physician’s Assistant, the nurse, and the x-ray technician. I like to tell stories, but I don’t like to repeat them four times in one hour. I try to add new and exaggerated details with each telling, so I don’t get bored with my own stories.

My medical examination revealed I did not puncture a lung when I fell. And despite the swelling and the doorknob-sized knot on my ribs, I did not actually break any ribs. In fact, the whole time I was gawking at my x-rays with the PA, all I could think about was how I haven’t eaten ribs in about two forevers– or at least since we were at Dauphin Island, Alabama in September. Mmmmmm… ribs. When I’m on vacation next week, I will be sure to rectify my rib-starved eatin’ situation. I’m hankerin’ for cole slaw on the side, as well.

BTW Completely unrelated topic. I feel the need to exhort y’all, here and now: BE NICE! That’s it– simply be nice to the people around you. It won’t cost you any money to do it. There’s no trick to it. Being nice does not require a college degree. And there are no acceptable excuses to treat people otherwise. Being nice to people is so obviously the right way to treat them. Do not forget to strive always to be a nice person in both your attitude and your actions. It won’t always come back to you, but so what?Nice is about how you want to be when you grow up. Nice matters.

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Say What?

Diamond point Bow Tie o’ the Day reminded me I had an early morning appointment with my ear doctor today. I’m an early riser. But on days when I HAVE TO get up for some appointment or other, I have the hardest time waking up and getting out of bed. I doubt I’m the only person with that problem. Maybe it’s something about sort of being “told” you have to do it. It’s as if someone else is bossing you– even though you’re the one who made the appointment in the first place. We do not like to be told what to do, even if we’re the ones telling us to hop to it.

Anyhoo… My ear doc appointment was just for a regular tune-up on my hearing aid, which means I sit in an exam room googling important trivia or watching YouTube on my phone while the doc goes to his office and tweaks my hearing aid. When I talk to him about the gadget, he reminds me to call it a hearing “device.” Hearing “device” is apparently the politically correct way to refer to hearing aids. I humor him. But it’s still a hearing aid to me.

While I was alone in the exam room, I noticed these pictures behind me. They are actual hearing “devices” which were used at one time. I don’t know which invention would be the most difficult to use, but I do know they are all quite creative. I googled them and I can’t find any information about how effective they might have been, but I’m positive you couldn’t wear them on a date.

BTW I’ve included a bonus photo of Skitter in this post for no other reason than the fact that she’s cute. Enjoy.

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Dinner And A Show

If I’m wearing guitar Bow Tie o’ the Day, I’m headed to a concert. I don’t wear it to all concerts I attend, but I don’t wear it to any other kind of event. Saturday evening we hied away to Park City in a twinkling of an eye for dinner at GRAPPA, and then AN ACOUSTIC EVENING WITH SHAWN COLVIN, at The Egyptian Theater.

GRAPPA had a cozy ski lodge vibe. The bigly windows provided a stupendous view of the snowy mountains. I ordered the horseradish encrusted salmon, just to see what the heck that would turn out to look like and taste like. (Suzanne had thought about ordering it too.) It was a delicious choice. Suzanne had the scallops puttanesca, which was my second choice to order. We spent the whole meal oohing and awing over our own meals, then wishing we had ordered what each other was having. Could we have shared each other’s entrees? Yes. But we were too selfish with our own dinners for that.

Our dinner began with calamari, and ended with a dessert I chose just because I couldn’t pronounce the name: zabaglione. It was bruleed custard with fruit, topped with slivered candied almonds. Suzanne had citrus polenta cake, also with custard and berries. We used to split one dessert. Now that we are old and there’s no possible way we could ever get back our girlish figures again, we each get our own dessert.

I wore my wintry cape for the happenings, and at least three people at GRAPPA drooled and told me how wonderful it was. Well heck, I knew that. But it was a sorta snooty Park City restaurant, so it surprised me that my cape was thoroughly appreciated. It is one of a kind, and I know the cape maker personally. Lucky me.

At the end of our meal, I was overtaken with tired, droopy eyes. I needed to nap, and we had an hour before the concert started. I told Suzanne I needed to sack-out in the car for a few minutes. I fully expected her to go off to DOLLY’S bookstore while I rested my weary eyelids, but she stayed with me in the car. She passed my snooze time by playing games on her phone, as is evidenced in one of these photos. (Another photo here also shows Suzanne playing games on her phone in the theater while we waited for the concert to begin.)

And then finally, inside The Egyptian Theater, Shawn Colvin came onto the stage with her guitar. Just Shawn Colvin and her guitar for the entire show– except for Shawn Colvin and her keyboard for the encore. I have been enamored with her music for thirty years. She’s an exceptional songwriter, and she plucks the guitar strings masterfully. In fact, I swear I could feel Bow Tie’s guitar strings vibrating right along with Shawn Colvin’s.

Suzanne suffered mostly happily through the concert, since she is not a Shawn Colvin fan. She doesn’t dislike the music, but she doesn’t “like” it either. She is indifferent about it. She probably went because she likes me. But I have no doubt she had a ball in Park City all evening, if only because she got to spend some of it playing games on her phone.

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And The Winner Is…

Here’s my dress! Vera Wang designed it, and argyle Bow Tie o’ the Day o’ The Oscars gave it the thumbs-up when I selected it for my walk along the Red Carpet tonight. I can see the constant, blinding camera flashes already. This “gown” guarantees me a spot on the Academy Awards’ Best Dressed lists on tomorrow’s morning news shows. It’s a powerful dress, with powerful tall shoes.

I feel a bit nostalgic about this dress. It reminds me of the dress I wore, one time only, when I received my baby blessing from Dad when I was two-months old. I remember how happy I felt when I wore that dress. (Har, har, har.)

This photo also shows you how I’m going to cup my hands to gently and safely hold the Oscar statuette I will win for Best Screenplay tonight. I must carry it– in order to brag– as I attend all the after-Oscars Hollywood parties.

I must cut this post short, in order to go upstairs now and dress myself for tonight’s bigly event. Look for me on the Red Carpet. There will be plenty of attendees wearing bow ties, so you can’t necessarily look for me based on that characteristic. Here’s how to spot me: I will be the only celebrity emerging– to step onto the Red Carpet– from an Uber limousine. Of course, the dress will stand out too. Finding me in the crowd will not be quite as difficult as finding Waldo.

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Do I Look Stylin’, Or What?!

This is Bow Tie o’ the Day’s choice for my Oscars ceremony wardrobe choice. Skitter concurs. And I am darn sure I could walk in these tall shoes. They remind me of the Pinball Wizard’s shoes in the movie TOMMY. But it’s still not quite “the one” in my estimation. I’ll clear my head about my outfit possibilities by heading to Park City with Suzanne later this afternoon for dinner and a Shawn Colvin concert this evening.

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It’s Tax Season Out There, Folks

It was time to do the Donnin’ o’ the Cash Bow Tie o’ the Day, for our yearly trip to H & R BLOCK. I do not mind paying my taxes. In fact, I’m glad to do it. But I’ll wait until April 15th to give my annual sermon about my belief that we get more for our tax dollars than we get for any other dollars we spend. I don’t feel quite up to making that point right at this moment, cuz I’m still having aftershocks from this afternoon’s filin’ o’ the tax forms.

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Choices, Choices, Choices

Bow Ties o’ the Day and I discovered two more possible choices for my Oscar Red Carpet attire. I’m partial to the outfit with the hat and the skirt-style cuffs. The shoes are snazzy as well, even though I’d be tripping down the Red Carpet– while continually spraining my ankles along my entire entry walk.

The tradition is for women to wear gowns to the Academy Awards ceremony, so if I’m gonna go that route, I’m thinking of wearing this mangy dress. It looks like it’s made of shredded paper, and that makes it non-traditional– which is more in line with my fashion goals. But it’s paired with deadly shoes too. What’s a girl to do?

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The Oscar Ceremony Looms

A few weeks ago, I began the hunt for my Academy Awards attire, but I still haven’t made my choice o’ outfit yet. The more I browse through the fashion magazines, the more eye-assaulting clothing I find. And you know I must live up to others’ fashion expectations for me. I’m totally feeling the pressure to finally make the right choice, not just because the ceremony is in a few days, but because I have to nail it. I have a fashion reputation to uphold. My neckwear and I must entertainingly strut our slapstick slap-dashery stuff on the Red Carpet.

This afternoon, Bow Ties o’ the Day have been helping me picture myself in two possible attire choices. I have nice legs, so either of these outfits works as far as that goes. The black get-up looks a bit boring for me– color-wise, I mean. 😉 And its design doesn’t include a hat. I’m always up for sporting a hat. On the plus side, it appears– based on the model’s presentation– you’re not supposed to wear a bra with this outfit. We ladies know it’s always a bonus to not have to wear a bra. But is the bra-less aspect worth choosing this look for the bigly night o’ awards? I dunno.

On the whole, the scarf-y, kickin’ clothing is closer to being in alignment with my soul. But still… I’m not feelin’ it. My get-up choice must strike me with just the right lightning bolt. I guess there’s no lightning in my skies over these two choices, so I’ll keep hunting for the perfect-est. Oscar. duds. ever.

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The Transition Between

After this morning’s curlers and before the upcoming styling, plaid wood Bow Tie o’ the Day and I came up with this hairy look. It’s some kind of Edward-Scissorhands-meets-The-Joker hairstyle vibe.

Not surprisingly, I’m actually quite fond of my mop in this mode. But I’m afraid this sort of hairdo would be disruptive. It would take onlookers’ attention off Bow Tie and keep it for its hirsute self. I won’t allow that. Neckwear must always be the focal point of whatever clash fashion get-up I’m wearing at any given moment. I respect my neckwear, and I take its presentations seriously. Even when I’m not being serious. Which I rarely am. 👔 🎀 👒 🤡

As I’m writing this, Suzanne just got home from work. She informs me she’s all revved-up to get my hairs done did for me as soon as she’s changed into her grubby clothes. Stay tuned. Heaven help us all.