Wednesday, December 21, 2011


Brian knots up an eclectic striper of midnight and deep lilac this evening.  The last visitors slowly wandered away, each one more kind and sincere than the last.  She was exhausted.  As her priest approached for a final word, she saw someone else emerge from the periphery.  Young, dressed almost...cacophanously in black leather riding gear, the young woman walked to the front of the chapel, a streak of purple luminous in her hair. She laid her arms over the closed casket as if in an embrace, and dropped a small bouquet. She left as quickly as she appeared.  When the priest retrieved the nosegay, he found it was of rosemary and lavender.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

...And After I'd Been So Good This Year!

SPT.  Honestly, this hideous thing...!  And after all those torpid, banal blue-and-white bores. I'm at the point where I'd celebrate an Orville Redenbacher-esque bowtie...almost.

(I know.  Be careful What We Wish For.)

Monday, December 19, 2011


It has been a neverending Rhapsody In Blue (And White Stripes of one sort or another) for Brian Williams lately, and I am sodden with a Blue Period of my own as a result.  Tonight is yet another in this seemingly Perpetual Parade Of Blueness And Stripeness, this one an offering of narrow stripes alternating a smoky blue and white.  Oh, good! Is this review done now? Yes. ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Tuesday, December 13, 2011


SPT.  I swear, I am going to click over to that petition drive site on the Interwebs and start one for Getting Rid Of This Tie. Who's with me?

Monday, December 12, 2011

Summertime Sweet

Brian, ever embracing his Purpleness, knots up a tribute to it with tonight's cravat selection of slender stripes in lilac and deep plum. It reminds me of summer nights as a child when my mother would get out the vanilla ice cream and allow us to choose a flavour of soda for our dessert float. I would often choose by colour, hoping to have the prettiest-looking treat.  On nights that I chose grape, I would have a lovely, swirly concoction of purple and lavender, white and bubbly crystal-clear as Mom expertly poured Grape Crush over two small scoops of vanilla in my glass and stirred until the foam rose just above the rim.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Pop Art

This bold, copperwine cravat is very artsy and graphically-inspired, with its Lichtenstein-esque lines and small grey circlets outlined in black. I would buy it for an Andy Warhol fan, along with a nice fruit basket, but only if it were one of Roy's fruit baskets.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

It's All In Black And White

Brian's narrow stripes of jet and pearl are cool and elegant this evening.  Looking down from his office windows, he sees black branches against the wintry sky.  From here, it's impossible to see the street, let alone the crowds of people as they move along with the business of their lives. Here, he can only see black and white, like the numbers he manipulates on the screen and pages in front of him; like the equations of his relationships, and he doesn't really see those, either.