Post the Twenty-Seventh: In Which I Am Fit To Be Tied
The Task:
Well, Gentle Reader, according to The List, I was to wear a tie or bow tie every day for a month. I chose February – not because of its shortness, but because I didn’t want to commit to bringing ties with me to Europe unless I really wanted to. I’m also trying hard to only own the items I can carry on my back, so that limited my wardrobe choices. You’ll likely see outfits repeated multiple times. Also, selfies really aren’t my thing. Nonetheless, as promised, I wore a tie or bow-tie every day this month*. Behold:
The Execution:
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The Execution:
Right, so I’m actually pretty pleased with the ties and so on. The reason I grew so quickly tired of this project is because I’m growing my hair out, and it’s at an awful stage; taking a selfie everyday just reinforced how much I hate what it looks like right now. Other than that? Aces.
The other thing I noticed, particularly in the first half of the month, was how quickly I was bored with the plain black tie – I had designated that my “travel” tie so that I wouldn’t be packing a million of the damn things, because that’s not minimalist at all. However, by the end of the month, I was sort of missing it, so there’s that. I’ll probably pack that tie, and wear it reasonably often.
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*It’s also likely, if you ran in to me this month, that you didn’t see me wearing a tie, because the days I saw people were, of course, days where it got uncomfortable and took it off. Because of course that’s how things work. Oi.
Tagged: Bad Hair, Bow-Ties, Clothes, Fashion, Sartorial Splendor, The List, Ties, Vanity
