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Last night I discovered that I cannot tie a bowtie. No. I really, really can't tie a bowtie. I looked at pictures. I looked at videos. I tried figuring it out on my own and came up with something that was vaguely right but total shit. Look, I can't even tie my shoes properly (I'm left-handed and no one ever wanted to show me how, so I have to do it the rabbit-ear way) and I cannot tie a motherfucking bowtie. So, you know, if you know how, and you're gonna be a Gally... I may need your help with the tux thing.

Last night I also discovered that modern tuxedo stud sets are not designed to properly deal with the waistcoat of this thing. So now I've got that on my mind for Gally too.

And I'm still learning how to wear the thing. You can't just put something on, you have to know how to wear it. Really. It takes work. And now I'm wondering if at Gally, I'll just slide into it with perfect ease, or if I'll be even more "goddamn fucking tie" about it. Right so!

And I've got to get my hair trimmed in the next four days.

Um, you guys know I'm a basket of broody, broody issues about Gally this year, right? Like, despite the fact I'm totally psyched.

Tragically, Patty had a migraine last night, cutting short our evening at the Plaza's champagne bar with friends. Overall, I like the Algonquin better. They call me sir when I'm dressed like a man.

But tonight we're off to see The Wolfman.

More on military-influence on fashion, although I hate most of the outfits they show.

If you missed it earlier, the first ep of the virtual season I worked on is uo today. That and tons of other good stuff at tw_itallchanges.

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[miep.livejournal.com]

I am excited to have time to devote to the virtual ep.

I had very strong peter pan flashes when you started in about the tie:

"It was then that I rushed in like a tornado, wasn't it?" Mr. Darling would say, scorning himself; and indeed he had been like a tornado.

Perhaps there was some excuse for him. He, too, had been dressing for the party, and all had gone well with him until he came to his tie. It is an astounding thing to have to tell, but this man, though he knew about stocks and shares, had no real mastery of his tie. Sometimes the thing yielded to him without a contest, but there were occasions when it would have been better for the house if he had swallowed his pride and used a made-up tie.

This was such an occasion. He came rushing into the nursery with the crumpled little brute of a tie in his hand.

"Why, what is the matter, father dear?"

"Matter!" he yelled; he really yelled. "This tie, it will not tie." He became dangerously sarcastic. "Not round my neck! Round the bed-post! Oh yes, twenty times have I made it up round the bed-post, but round my neck, no! Oh dear no! begs to be excused!"

He thought Mrs. Darling was not sufficiently impressed, and he went on sternly, "I warn you of this, mother, that unless this tie is round my neck we don't go out to dinner to-night, and if I don't go out to dinner to-night, I never go to the office again, and if I don't go to the office again, you and I starve, and our children will be flung into the streets."

Even then Mrs. Darling was placid. "Let me try, dear," she said, and indeed that was what he had come to ask her to do, and with her nice cool hands she tied his tie for him, while the children stood around to see their fate decided. Some men would have resented her being able to do it so easily, but Mr. Darling had far too fine a nature for that; he thanked her carelessly, at once forgot his rage, and in another moment was dancing round the room with Michael on his back.

[bugeyedmonster.livejournal.com]

LOL! Would you believe I've never read Peter Pan? I so have to read that book. (Along with Wind in the Willows.) What's funny is that I know so many wives who tie their hubbys' ties for them! Maybe it's easier for someone else to tie a tie on someone?