Category: Ties

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And The Winner Be

Tie o’ the Day is a repeat from months ago. It revisits us because it’s our contest prize: the couch potato tie! Guesses about the suitcase-bow ties count ranged from 26 to 82. The closest number guessed, without exceeding the total of 75, was 70, guessed by Sheryl Nielson-Wilson. Wear this tie, Sheryl, or give it to a champion couch potato. Despite what this photo might indicate, I did not slobber on your prize. You’re getting a completely new tie. Message me your address, so I can send it your way. 🏆

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A Rite Of Spring

What a fine and dandy Spring day! Tie and Bow Tie o’ the Day dragged me outside to the playground. The slide was their fave. I wish merry-go-rounds still existed. I can picture the neckwear flying ’round in all their glory. They want to learn to ride bikes. There’s a chance Tie can learn. I’m afraid Bow Tie isn’t long enough to reach the pedals though. Popo taught me to ride. I’ve got a picture of it somewhere. I’m wearing shorts and cowboy boots. Style, forever!

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Ringy Dingy, Ringy Dingy

Tie o’ the Day provides dandy clash.  Cufflinks o’ the Day are going old school alarm clocks. I had to rise early to get to my crazy-head doc’s office, to get a Functional Ability Evaluation signed for the Driver License Division. It tells them I’m not too bipolar to drive safely. Actually, I got it signed weeks ago, but the Driver License folks wouldn’t accept the form cuz my doc put a cross in a box where a check mark had to be. Waste o’ my time.

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Perhaps I’m Hiding A Checkered Past

Tie o’ the Day punctuates the spiffiness of my all-CHECKS, all-day duds. I wrote CHECKS to pay bills this afternoon, which meant I had to find the CHECKbook and CHECK the bank balance. I’ve CHECKED to see how Mom’s doing. I CHECKED the mail. I CHECKED-off things on my honey-do list. I CHECKED the oil in Hombre. I CHECKED my blood pressure. I even ate CHEX mix. If only I could figure out a way to wear a CHECKerboard. But hey, the day ain’t over yet. 🤡

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Here’s Some Egghead Advice

Tie o’ the Day answers the age-old question of what to do with leftover hard-boiled Easter eggs. When life gives you hard-boiled eggs, make deviled eggs. I love a funny, punny tie. No matter how long we live, life is short. Make it fun whenever you can. I do it with my ties and clash fashion. Choose your entertainment weapon. The people around you will appreciate your effort. Your humor and joy will help them through dark days. And we all have those kinds of days. 😭 😂

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I Let Mom Photo-bomb Us Yet Again

Tiny Tie o’ the Day creates a picture of clash-matching spring green. You’ll note Mom is sunglassing in the background. As long as Mom’s here, she will guest-star in our little tblog posts. She’s simply that cool. Mom is not just a role model. She is a model of hip-ness and groovy-osity. And, clearly, she’s a sunglasses model. Her old lady fashion choices have long been… interesting. But they’ve always been enjoyed by onlookers. She is especially fond of wearing wild, colorful, thick, soft socks. 🕶

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The Mystery Is Opened Unto Us

So what was in that illicit-drug-looking package I received? A kilo of Bow Ties/Ties o’ the Day and Cufflinks o’ the Day. 12 bow ties, 3 ties, and one set of cufflinks, to be precise. I made a good haul, eh? I can’t believe it all fit in there. Mom watched me be a happy camper as I opened it up. Opening it required a Swiss Army knife. When I looked at the package again, I decided it kinda resembled an Easter egg. Alas! No treats inside. Dang! 🍫 🥚

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Spring Ain’t Sprung Yet, Dang It!

Cufflinks o’ the Day are golf carts with blue golf bags. Golfing is not a past-time I engage in, but I can still appreciate that these cufflinks are zippy. 🏌️‍♀️ Tie o’ the Day clashes dandily. I wish I could see a sky the color of Tie’s blue hues. 🏞 With Mom living in St. George, I now have an excuse to travel there whenever I want. And in Dixie, I’ll have a better chance of encountering sun and blue skies. 🚙 ☀ But I won’t golf. I’m a hazardous golfer. 🙀

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Best. TV. Shows. Ever. Kinda.

Tie O’ The Day brings you my grandparents, Popo and Momo, in their Millard Academy (Hinckley) high school pictures, from the mid-1920’s. I’ve always thought of these pics as “the Bonnie and Clyde photos,” since they were snapped near that same time period, and the fashion was similar. Momo and Popo were not gangsters. They were beekeepers and farmers. Popo had a pilot’s license. Every Saturday, I watched HEE HAW and THE LAWRENCE WELK SHOW with them, and Popo made stove-top popcorn. What a gangsta childhood! 👔 👛

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Generations O’ Ties

Tie o’ the Day is worn by Dad’s father, Walter Wright. Most of us grandkids called him Popo. Popo was gallant and chivalrous. He lived to love my grandma, Momo. They made a habit of sitting on their couch, holding hands. They sat on their porch every evening. They worked in their garden almost full-time, and it showed. Momo and Popo are going to kick my butt when I die, cuz when I bought their house, there was no way I alone could keep their garden beautiful.