Category: Ties

When you shave a side of your head in the Fall, you must be fashionably creative about how you keep that side of your scalp warm while you’re gleefully romping in the expansive outdoors, but the other half of your head isn’t cold. One thing I have often done in these frigid situations is to steal my pups’ hats. In this snapshot, Tie o’ the Day clash-matches with Skitter’s cowboy hat. Hey, it’s a look! Perhaps my style is on the cusp of becoming a famous trend! 😃 Or not. 😞

Tie o’ the Day and I are hanging with the in-laws. When I dusted off these fine folks, Tie said, “Hey, let’s show ’em off to our followers.” So we are. I’ve never seen Suzanne’s dad wear a bow tie, although he says he once had one. During our recent Lake Tahoe week with them, not once did Suzanne’s parents bug me about my neckwear. They seem to be kind of amused by my various eccentricities. That’s a relief, cuz I have a ton of them. 🤠 👔 🍦 📃 🎠 🔫 😛 🤡

Bow Ties o’ the Day remind us that bow ties can be worn a variety of ways. Here, our model (that would be me) shows they can be donned as ankle bracelets. Note the pink polka dots and pink flamingos. And it helps to wear pink socks, especially in BCA month. No, I don’t have another pair just like these somewhere. This pair is the result of the mystery of socks disappearing in the dryer. Where do they go? Maybe good socks go to Heaven. 👣

Tie o’ the Day is assisting me in presenting my SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION pose. If you don’t get that reference, you should give the movie a gander. It’s a marvel. It’s one of a handful of movies I am compelled to light on when I’m channel-surfing and come across it. SILENCE OF THE LAMBS is another one. STEEL MAGNOLIAS is like that for me too. Oh, and TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD. And FARGO. And A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT. And PICNIC. And ROPE. And…….. 📽 🎥 🎞

I’m such a baby sometimes. Or a cook. Bow Tie o’ the Day is either on a baby bib, or a ridiculously teeny apron. Either way, Suzanne wishes I’d wear suspenders, cuz my pants wanna fall down no matter what waist size I’m wearing. I can’t wear a belt because a belt just adds weight to the waistband, so they slide down even more quickly. See—I have a lot of things, but I have no butt. I guess I oughta shop for suspenders today. 👖 😳

Mixin’ up BCA-pink under Tie o’ the Day’s traditional Halloween colors. I call this photo ATTACK OF ONE OF THE BOOKENDS I BOUGHT IN KILKENNY, IRELAND IN 1997. Trust me, it’s frightening when your tiny metal figures push at your face, when all you’ve ever done to them is dust ’em. The other end of the pair is around here somewhere, probably plotting against me and Tie. Or maybe they’re just trying to tell us they wanna go back to Ireland. Join the crowd! 🍻

This Tie o’ the Day allows me to wear both a tie and bow ties. You can’t go wrong with a tie that sports skulls wearing pastel bow ties. But the bow-tied skulls are minuscule. When you have to stick Tie into someone’s face, so they can make sense of its design, the tie is not perfect. Obviously, I love Tie despite its little flaw. I mean—I cheer for the underdog. In this case, you could say I’m rooting for Tiedog o’ the Day. 😜

This afternoon, Tie o’ the Day and I biked around the feet 👣 of the foothills east of Centerville, getting used to the landscape surrounding our ONE permanent address. We’re used to living part-time in the desert boonies of D-ville, and we liked never running out of flat, hard, alkali dirt to tramp around on. The Delta sky gave me the impression I lived in a snow globe. Sweet! Under this more urban sky, we feel a bit off kilter sometimes. But ain’t it purty here, too? ⛰ 🍂 🐻 🌈

I snapped this pic of Bow Tie o’ the Day at a casino in Lake Tahoe. Elegant stemware, earrings included. Alas! I didn’t purchase ’em, cuz I already own a platoon of cups that filled most of the kitchen cupboards. I say “filled”, not “fill”, because Suzanne gave me THE LOOK—about my rowdy cups hogging the kitchen shelves. I deemed it wise to move ’em into the pantry. If she loses patience with the gaggle of ties overflowing our closet, I’ll pantry them as well. 🎩 🍷 🍸 THE LOOK scares me. 😱 🙀

Bow Tie o’ the Day is a bone(BOWn?)-shaped feeding mat. Roxy eats non-stop. In her sleep, she dreams of eating sugar plums and floor crumbs. But the pudgy mutt’s generous: she feeds her squeak babies by tossing ’em into her food bowl, then licking them. 👅 It’s kinda creepy to find ’em water-logged and afloat in the water bowl, where she throws them for a drink. Roxy’s fake-fur babies scare Skitter away from the bowls, but Skitter doesn’t starve. The Relief Society slips funeral potatoes under the garage door for her.  🥔 🧀 😜