My daughter’s soccer coach, Jay Bulev, suggested this post title, and I thank him for it. What I do not thank him for is the dilemma of which tie to saddle with the Dickensian curse of the best/worst title. I knew that I couldn’t make this title go along with my best tie, because someone may think I’d be putting the ‘worst’ moniker on it. And vice versa. Am I overthinking this? Oh, yeah, probably. But that’s what happens when I write before bedtime. I need a blankie…
My Tie du Jour was purchased about 3 weeks ago at Unique Thrift Store, along with about 6 or 7 others (yes, I have an illness) that seemed to have belonged to one funky dude (now they belong to little ol’ me, the guy with an illness). I felt the need to add this closeup of the little paisleys because I had a premo that some would doubt its paisley worthiness. Plus, I didn’t bother with standing still while I took my regular pic, so we got blur.
See those little curvy things? Those are paisleys. Just because the whole tie doesn’t look like a 7th-grade science class pop quiz (a. Paramecium b. Amoeba c. Zygote d. Sperm e. Coli) doesn’t mean it can’t be a paisley tie. My blog, my quiz, my rules.
Apart from that, no Guys or Girls With Ties. Dang, Wednesday was chock full of networking events. Oh, and the end of the day featured a very fun band, Expo 76, at Simon’s down in Andersonville. The keyboard player was wearing a vintage strip, and I didn’t even get over to him to take a shot. Gotta get my mojo back. Okay, after this Paisley Tie Week (extended) is over, I will try to figure out a challenge to take more pics of Guys (and Girls) With Ties. Maybe I’ll try to get 10-15 through the end of the month, then we’ll all vote on the best tie.
Thanks for reading…Brooke
February 19, 2011 at 1:03 am |
Thanks for the mention Brooke!
February 20, 2011 at 7:32 am |
At least you didn’t pull a Michael Steele and try to pass it off as War and Peace!