I think National Bow Tie Day kicked me in my clash this afternoon, prompting me to clash up mightily with Bow Tie o’ The Day, a green-black-and-gray tank, a pink monkey bandana, and a plaid orange-blue-and-lighter-blue button-down shirt– which I wore as my cape. Oh, it felt fantabulous to be back in my normal fashion! Ah, the exuberance I’m experiencing! I’ve missed my wild attire.
And did I mention my shirt-cape? I know I did, but I wanted to emphasize its snazziness by typing CAPE again. And there I did it again. Suzanne keeps promising to make me a real cape, but so far it ain’t happened. I think the homemade cape is like the skirt made out of ties which she said she was gonna make for herself, back in 1986. She finishes almost all her projects, except for a handful that never quite seem to even get started. I know she did find a pattern for a cape for me about a decade ago. I’m sure it’s somewhere. Maybe she’ll find it when she starts putting stuff in her Ultimate SewingBox– which will be assembled as soon as we return from vacation. (Neckwear and I will photo that process for y’all.)
As much as I enjoy clashing, I’m surprised that surgery could make me feel so-so about it. Usually, I leap out of bed when I awake, and I immediately get myself outrageously garbed up. Even before I brush my dentures. But since surgery, I’ve been kinda blah about it. I knew I would feel like that for the first couple of weeks, but the dull-osity kept hanging on. I know it was just exhaustion from my body healing that was keeping me from dressing like myself, but I’m surprised it has dragged on for two months. Oh, I’ve had days here and there that I’ve dressed in my loud fashion. But mostly, I’ve worn lazy fashion– with only tiny bits o’ clash involved.
I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I began to feel this clash energy really surge on the exact same day as National Bow Tie Day. I don’t believe in coincidences for the most part. Nope, I think that my personal fashion muscle has flexed itself because of my eternal and mysterious connection with my bow ties– and, therefore, with my bow ties’ annual day o’ honor.