… the promise I made the day that I finished school that I am never going to wear a tie in my life again. Well. Today I went on a shopping trip and picked up a little bargain. In fact it was a kind of satiny scarf, but I, immediately on getting home, tied it like a tie around my neck and wore it like that for the rest of the day.
Now, you may be wondering why on earth I am rambling on about scarfs and that I may have worn a tie for the first time since finishing school. And the answer is because I did not finish the Harry Potter cartoon that I was working on in time. And if I do not post today, I will probably never get round to doing anything about it. So it will have to wait until sometime during the week. I hope it will be good one. And I also hope that it will finally be finished before all the excitement related to the final movie goes out of fashion. Else I will look like a behind-the-times-fool. Which I usually am. But anyway!
So instead of the long awaited (not!) Harry Potter cartoon, you instead get this insignificant and facetious (Thanks to Mara for teaching me this word. I may have to put it in my blog header one day – I love it so much!) post about ties. Perhaps a rant too…
I seriously love yellow things. Especially when they are accessories. Now, along with the scarf, I own yellow earrings, two pairs of yellow shoes, yellow hair elastics, a yellow sweatband, and yellow hair bow. Somewhere anyway. It can’t be missing! Oh, and to go along it all this yellowness, I also own several yellow shirts. I think the only things that I do not like in yellow are nail polish and makeup. Oh, and banana-flavoured stuff, for they are also usually yellow. But I am rambling on again without rhyme or reason. Now you know why I can never finish a post when I am supposed to. I am here to talk about ties in school uniforms, not about “I like yellow”!
When I was in high school, a part of our school uniform in winter was a tie in the school colours. Yes, for girls too. I hated that thing. Apart from attempting to strangle me every day, it always hung in the sink when I tried to wash anything of me in the morning. And it always got dirty and stuck in things. And the hard-collared long-sleeved shirts that you wear with ties have never been synonymous with comfort. (I just spoiled my previous post of being a Grammar Nazi by starting so many sentences with “And”!) My tie had a rip it in courtesy of a cat, it was rather dull from all the dirt, and it was water-stained from all the times it fell in sink in the morning. Here it is (sans the rip, the dirt and stains):
Then, in the final year of high school, because we were seniors, we got new ties. These were no better in looks nor temperament, but the good news was that we had to wear them every day! The delights of that! Only in winter was bad enough, but the old ties never had the opportunity to experience the hate that we attributed to these new ties during the course of that year. Here it is:
So this is what led to my promise to myself on the last day of school: Never in my life again am I going to wear a tie. This promise lasted nearly two years, in fairness to it. But today it was shattered. Now, I imagine you think that my new tie looks like this:
No it doesn’t! Nothing as stiff-upperlipped as that. I may have conceded to wear a tie but I am never again conceding to being strangled by a dumb piece of cloth. I wore it a lot looser than school rules or my mother allowed during my school years.
Finally, the grand reveal!
Hah! How can you not like it?
What is the conclusion of my rant on ties in school uniforms? Well, seeing that I never really got started on that, I can’t really draw any conclusions about it! All I am going to say about it is: ties in school was a great nuisance, and a greater pain. But at least it did not cause me any lasting scars! If only we could have worn school ties like in the above picture, I might have liked it. Especially if they were a satiny yellow!
Ah well, no rambling blog post can last forever, and I still have stuff to do. Like what? Well, sleep, definitely. And doing some homework. Oh, and finishing that Harry Potter cartoon. “If not now, then when?” And I have to work on a short story that will hopefully end up on here as well. (Too many “And’s” again!)
PS. This is how wearing my new scarf makes me feel:
Excuse the lack of hands. Yes, I do have hands, but I am too lazy to draw them right now!