Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
You might be curious as to why the Ties/Bow Ties o’ the Day post twice per day, although the website is called TIE (singular) O’ THE DAY. The short answer is that it was requested by a couple of followers who wanted two pieces of neckwear and two guffaws per day, instead of just one. It didn’t take much arm-twisting to persuade me to write commentary on two photos daily. Blame those avid website readers if you feel inundated by me and the tie collection. 🤡
Tie o’ the Day has helped me outdo my fashion self today. This ensemble of paisley on paisley, with peacock suspenders, shows itself to be a clashic display of my style. Paisley both clashes with and matches everything. Polka dots do the same. You will not fail at looking hip and groove-tastic if you’re wearing either or both of those fabric patterns. When I’m out in the world (among my fans) I like to make people notice my outfit, smile at it, then ignore me completely. 😎
Last night I wore my Colonel Sanders Tie o’ the Day to bed, in order to dream of rodeos, horse racing, and wild horses on the West desert. When I was in my dreamy kidhood, I often went out West with Dad and Grant Crane to wrangle wild horses. I loved to watch the horses run with equine joy. Dad once owned a race horse that had a penchant for leading in every race, but somehow managing to finish last. You could bet on it. 💸 🏇
I’m gonna pretend this gnome, underneath his beard, is wearing a bow tie that looks just like this Bow Tie o’ the Day. My Sister Who Wishes To Remain Nameless cultivates a wondrous gnome garden, and I got this fellow for her to plant. This little guy, holding a littler guy reminds me of Dad. He’s wearing overalls (suspenders really), a tan work shirt, reading glasses, and that handsome beard. Whenever Dad held a baby, he didn’t hear or see anyone except that tiny being. 👶
I’m in my “get your hairs cut” Tie o’ the Day, cuz my hairdresser, Miss Tiffany, slayed my hairs. She loves it when I wear hairs cuttin’ Tie. Suzanne wants my part an inch lower on my shaved side, so that’s how it will be. What it means though is that I will have two parts on my head until that inch o’ hair grows out enough to be combed to the other side. That patch o’ fur will be hilarious for me to sport. Yay! 💇
Tie o’ the Day is a slick slice of sorta Art Deco. And its orange hues represent the whole “orange” section of the bigly big CRAYOLA crayons box. But the real WHOA of this photo has to be my red racing car cufflinks. I’ve been pondering how to show off my cuff jewelry. I can’t snap a selfie with only one hand, so I was stymied as to how to get my links into the pics. This is one of my solutions. Bling gotta bling, baby!
Accompanying me today is another floppy Bow Tie o’ the Day. Expanding the types of ties I wear is giving me joy. What’s weird is that I never encounter anyone wearing ties as fascinating as mine. Never. What up with that? Have I bought all of the good ones? Or are my ties hideous, and I just don’t know it? I sometimes wonder if my ties are part of the authentic me, or are they my way of disguising my true soul from the world?
Tie/Cravat o’ the Day is helping me chill out after our dog adoption disappointment. This might not work for you, but when I’m a bit down, I simply throw on a shiny, blue tuxedo coat. Add to that a loud, flower lapel pin and a wiener dog pocket square, and there’s no way I can wallow in the wild what-might-have-been. FYI I bought my first tuxedo jacket in SLC, at the D.I. in Sugarhouse, in 1984. It was dirty white, and it cost $1. I was hooked. 🤵
Santa dogs present Bow Tie o’ the Day. Today, we drove to The Humane Society to adopt a pal for Skitter. We saw Elsa, a 12-year-old lab online, and we thought she might fit into our family. Anyhoo… We learned Elsa needs to be an only dog. She is sweet, but no longer likes to be bothered with other mutts in her home. I am teary about us not being the right family for her. Her eyes looked at me like my Araby’s eyes always did.
I’m not particularly interested in single-color ties. Bow Tie o’ the Day is a fine exception. Who can’t groove to a metal-tipped bow tie? And this one is a swell salmon/coral beaut o’ a specimen. Its shiny tips make me long to dig through my storage to find my kidhood cap-gun and holster. Oh, and spurs. I have some spurs somewhere. Yes, and chaps! In my very younger years, I wore my spurs on my high-top Converse. I vow to bring back that fantasterful look!!