Category: Ties

No, it’s not Colonel Sanders. It’s me and String Tie o’ the Day. Ever since we admitted our cheating-on-spelling-tests-in-3rd-Grade sin, I’ve felt like confessing my current cheating scandal. At ROSS every Tuesday, they have Tuesday Club, where if you’re at least 55, you get 10% off. One Tuesday, a check-out clerk asked if I was in the club. If I look 55 at 53, I might as well join. But I feel guilty. Some weeks I use the discount. Some weeks, when I feel especially guilty about it, I don’t.

Bow Ties o’ the Day got in on this morning’s spelling action. Mr. Frandsen was my spelling teacher in 3rd Grade. I can’t remember how I cheated, but my conscience remembers I cheated on a couple of his spelling tests. Never got caught. But I still feel guilty about it. I sharpened up the speller in my brain for my 4th Grade spelling tests. Never misspelled a word all year in Mrs. Knight’s class. My cursive sucked. Amazingly, my words were decipherable to her. 📝

Ties o’ the Day do whatever I ask. They know I’d never ask them to do anything dangerous. I, on the other hand, had to climb a rickety ladder to take this photo. But Ties can spell, eh? I taught in an inner-city middle school in Baltimore in the 90’s. One day in class, I walked past a student writing “Ms. Wright is a BICH” on her desk. I calmly added the “T” with my pencil and went on my way. Spelling counts, y’all!

Tiny pink Tie o’ the Day attached itself to this metal cowboy boot-shaped ashtray on a sidewalk in Lake Tahoe, when we vacationed there in October. Yup, that’s the trip we took with Suzanne’s parents for a week. And we all survived, still loving each other. I believe this is the same Tie o’ the Day I was wearing when we lost all our money at a casino there— not when we played the slots, but because we bought two bottles of casino Diet Pepsi.

Pipe-covered Tie o’ the Day is helping me write POETRY this morning. We are sitting at my WRITING DESK in my WRITING OFFICE in the LOFT. I’m wearing my WRITER’S CARDIGAN with its PROFESSORIAL ELBOW PATCHES. And I’m getting ready to light up my WRITER’S CIGAR. My WRITER’S CUP O’ COFFEE is making coffee rings on my WRITING DESK. Doesn’t that all sound snooty? Okay. I neither smoke nor drink coffee. But it’s fashionable to look like a stereotypical writer-character in a movie. 🖋 🗒 ✏️

Tie o’ the Day is a perfect example of how ties can help us in our times of need. If you can’t find your scarf, grab a tie. I selected a perfect tie for my writer self! I’m old school when it comes to writing early drafts of whatever project I’m working on, so I write mostly in notebooks. But I am inseparable from the laptop too. I never learned to type, but I can hunt-and-peck my words with the best o’ the hunters-and-peckers. 💻 🐔

When I’m on the manic side of my bipolarity, my head runs circles around odd things. How it started: I figured that since I’m 53, I’ve maybe got 30 years left. Simple enough. But then I was compelled to calculate how many Ties o’ the Day I can wear @ 2 per day for 30 years. The answer: 21,900. So then I obsessed about how I’m going to afford to acquire enough. Then that compelled me to figure out how to house them. And then that got me thinking about…..

This Cravat o’ the Day’s fabric design is Victorian in its style. How it’s stylistically distinct from this morning’s Edwardian design is beyond me. And I have more significant things to do with my time than to do a bunch of research about the differences. Maybe if I get really, really bored…. Anyhoo, I’ve been exploring websites selling ascots, so you’ll soon be seeing my ascot-ed neck. I’m branching out it seems. Sometimes ya just gotta change it up. Sometimes ya need a little strange. 😲

The DHL delivery dude finally came yesterday, so I’m wearing a Cravat o’ the Day for the first time in my life. I did a bit of research, and I learned that all ties/bow ties evolved from the cravat. I’m still trying to figure out the difference between a cravat and a day cravat, which apparently is not this kind. Tie’s design is considered Victorian. The ties in my collection happily took to the cravats, and even welcomed them to eat lunch at their table.

Bow Ties o’ the Day style bigly, decked out in glittered-up attitude. I try to throw a fistful of glitter in the air daily, to add awesome beauty wherever I travel. PINK taught me how. Like her or not, her 2010 Grammy performance of “Glitter in the Air,” is artistically gorgeous. YouTube it immediately. We’ve got our PINK concert tickets for May. Somehow, the tickets we bought were wheelchair seats. When we exchanged ’em, the right tickets were four times as much. Most. Expensive. Date. Night. Ever.