Category: Ties

Even Skitter enjoys her free way of life in the USA, so she joined in with a bow tie salute o’ her own on Bow Ties o’ the Day. I hope you can get a close-up gander of my bow tie. It is adorned with toy Army people. I often wonder how tie makers decide what to put on their ties. I’m just glad they get clever about their designs. I hate to think what vice I would pick up if I couldn’t hoard ties. 🇺🇸 👨‍💼

Bow Ties o’ the Day show their true colors. The flag bow tie on Suzanne is one of my fave patriotic ties. Mom’s gonna be here until Monday, when I hand her back to Ron. I hear her bedroom there will be decked-out in new furniture when she returns to Ron’s. This pic shows Mom’s usual pose these days. She doesn’t move much, but she’s not bored. She’s still got her spark and humor and proper irreverence. And she has 87 years of stories to tell. 🛋 🛌 👵🏻

This year, we sorta have two Veterans Days. It is officially tomorrow, but we observe it today. I guess that is so most banks and government offices can close for the holiday. Tie o’ the Day isn’t taking any time off, however. Tie wants to wave its country’s colors, to remind us of the sacrifices military women and men make. At the very least, citizens can show our support for liberty by learning the accurate history of the USA–both the good and the bad. 🇺🇸 💙 ❤️

Wood Bow Tie o’ the Day joins me and Big Helen for BLUE BLOODS. Mom watches the show on the ION channel all day, every Thursday. It’s her fave day o’ the week. I donned Bow Tie, in all its wooden glory, cuz Mom misses burning her piles of wood and coal in the fireplace Dad built for her. For X-mas, Mom didn’t get just a lump of coal. Dad always gave her the gift of a ton. During Winter, the fire blazed 24/7. Theirs did too. 💑

I’m already hungry for Thanksgiving turkey. Hence, this Tie o’ the Day. And then there’s this silly pic from Jr. High, I think. That hair is one reason I decided to never have bio kids. My hair doesn’t have the ability to hold any kind of styling. In fact, I figured if I had a kid, chances are it would have bad hair, bad teeth, big boobs, and be bipolar. And the big boobs would be especially bad if I had a boy. 💇‍♂️

This isn’t holiday season neckwear, but how could I not show off Dad in his Bow Tie o’ Back-in-the-Day? This pic was taken at Ron and Marie’s wedding reception, in the mid-70’s. Ain’t Mom and Dad both lookers?! I’ve always wondered which of my parents I most resemble, and I change my mind about it all the time. My name doesn’t fall far from the Big Helen tree, for sure. And I clearly don’t fall far from Dad’s bow tie tree either. 👰 🤵

Sometimes waking up and getting dressed and putting on Tie o’ the Day is so exhausting that you need a nap before you can start your busy day. Rest assured that this is a natural and  acceptable thing to do. Tie says to take care of yourself. Today, Tie displays our Christmas sock monkeys wearing hats and scarves, and bearing gifts. Sock monkeys were among the animals adoring the baby Jesus in the manger. Like any stuffed animal, they made sleep a safer place.

Festive Tie o’ the Day tells me the ties are happy as tie-clams, to be back in the spotlight. They live to entertain. In this month of the T-giving Feast, Tie offers the message of this wall hanging. We gave this piece to Mom years ago, after she chose a similar saying for Dad’s headstone. Now, we’ve inherited it back. The ties and I don’t know everything, but we do know this little saying is not fake news. For that, we give thanks. 🦃

Tie O’ The Day is taking a break in order to do some technical work on parts of the website. The website posts/archives are still available, to handle your tie fix. The ties will see you ASAP.

Tie o’ the Day is busy displaying its classic candy cane colors. And Tie is also busy being excited to have our favorite houseguest sitting on our couch. Mom is taking a week away from her St. George home to spend time here for a few days, and to visit Mercedes (Betty) for a few days. Mom really gets around. Actually, it seems Mom just kinda likes to sleep around. She’s a bad girl. 🛌