Category: Ties

Tie o’ the Day is hangin’ out with scarved-up, Santa hat-wearing polar bears. The weather has taken a definite turn toward Winter, so it’s time to lock up the tank tops, shorts, and flip-flops for the season. It always makes me cry when I finally give in to the Winter “Wonderland” reality. In Summer, I go into denial about the existence of Winter, and I’m afraid I might have sold all my coats in our yard sales. Doh! Guess I’m buying a new coat today. 😬 🌨

A happy Date Night for us with Tie o’ the Day. My shirt and black tie match, because Suzanne got ’em for me. I’m ready and willing to match occasionally, but only occasionally. And only for Suzanne. Here, we are leaving CousCous Grill at Station Park, in Farmington. I had the salmon, swimming in an insanely rich lemon caper sauce, served on a raft of falafel. The falafel was the opposite of awful. See, that sentence proves I’m a poet. And I know it. 🖋 📜

Scarf Neckwear o’ the Day is wrapped around a frequent guest star on these posts. My tie-covered mini keg needed warm neckwear for Winter, so Suzanne crocheted this scarf in no time at all. While we watch tv in the evenings, Suzanne’s hands never quit crafting. She makes blankets for newborns; scarves and hats to donate to those who need them; and pot holders. A ton o’ pot holders. I have no crafty bone in my body, so I guiltily sit on my butt and zone out.📺 😏

Bow Tie o’ the Day brings its frosted, holiday plaid to lunch with me and Suzanne. It’s too cool for eating outside, so my truck is our designated restaurant booth. Suzanne eats healthy string cheese, while I eat sugared-up string licorice. Now that I’m livin’ our city life full-time, we kinda have to adjust to each other being in the same space 24/7 again. To work on things, we walk, and I meet her for lunch at her work. So far, we’re always laughing. Good sign! 🌇 🧀 🍽

Bow Tie o’ the Day kicks off holiday ties by showing off its Santa’s. It’s hitching a ride on my mooning, trapeze-flying clown mobile. Mom gave me my mooner when I was in DHS, after a true rumor said that somebody on the volleyball team bus mooned a semi. That somebody wasn’t allowed to participate in school sports for the rest of the year. When the principal called Mom to fink on that somebody, Mom said, “Ok. Call me when she actually does something wrong.” 🤡 🚌

Bow Tie o’ the Day rooted through my Sterling Scholar portfolio and came across this frightening picture. I’m guessing it was taken around ’78/’79, for the yearbook. For some reason, Tauna Louder, Brenda Lowder, Janet Eliasion and I are standing in the middle of Main Street, across from the now-gone Delta movie theater. Check out my white jeans with bell bottoms. Those bell bottoms are wide enough to be used as sailboat sails! Or used as two tents. ⛵️ ⛺️ Bow Tie oughtta stay out of stored stuff.

Wow! I outdid myself by getting into this Halloween costume! NOT! If cute were a state, this little dream girl would be Texas! Her name is Isla, and she is Georgia Grayson Wadsworth’s brand-spankin’-new granddaughter. I’m pleased to see Isla’s family is starting her out along The Happy Path O’ The Bow. Can a bow tie be far behind? There is “knot” a doubt. I’m positive Grandma Georgia will see to it that Isla stays in the fold o’ ties. Keep on swaddlin’, Isla! 🎀 👶 🎃

This photo is evidence of the fact that it’s difficult to snap a good selfie when your eyes are covered. Tie o’ the Day insisted we display the scary, festive pillowcase Suzanne made for Mom many Halloweens ago. When Mom moved to St. George, she returned gifts she’d received over the years, to those who gave them to her. So we kinda inherited it. I and my gaggle of ties honor Mom as Queen o’ Witchness on this Halloween, by showing you my witch-on-a-bicycle tie. 🚲 👻 💀 🎃

I told my pink ties that I’m kinda pinked out, so this Tie o’ the Day is gonna be the last pink one for a while. BCA Month ends tomorrow, but I’ll be wearing Halloweeny neckwear. In this pic, I’m showing off my bow tie beanie and its matching ear warmers. My ears—especially my Spock ear—are extremely sensitive to cold air, and enjoy being covered. My hearing is gone anyway, so it doesn’t matter if sound can’t reach my eardrums. Warmth is my priority. 👂🏻

Bow Tie o’ the Day loves wordplay as much as I do. We tend to create clever, silly costumery instead of scary outfits. When our troops were knee-deep in Iraq, I wore this costume for a few years. The phrase “The War in Iraq” was omni-present. For this party get-up, I morphed it into THE WAR IN MY RACK. Added contest bonus: Guess how many toy soldiers it took to fill my chest? (Note: This is not political. My heart is always with our troops.)