For the first time in over a decade, I find it necessary to don a tie.
Damned thing keeps coming out somewhere between a half-Windsor and a full Windsor -- maybe a three-quarter Windsor?
I have been quite happy relying on a bolo tie when it was necessary to dress things up a bit, and I have a couple of very nice satin string ties for very formal.
Bugger! The knot looks perfect, but there's about six inches of the wrong end hanging -- scissors! Where the hell are the scissors?
I even have a couple of never-worn clip-on ties, but I am reliably informed that clip-on ties Simply Will Not Do.
Internet! Google ... "Half-Windsor" -- ergh. Hrm. What the hell?
Even when Baby Sister got herself married, I ditched the bow-tie in favour of a lace jabot.
Had to, actually, as it was the only thing that really matched the Montrose jacket and the kilt.
Speaking of, gentlemen, the ability of a formal highland outfit to attract the Fair Sex has to experienced to be believed. Confidence and a kilt, my lads, confidence and a kilt.
Bloody hell, I don't have that much tie! How many sodding times ... oh. Full Windsor. Back up.
You'd think, here in North Texas we'd be using something a little more civilized than six yards of self-tied noose.
There. I guess. Good enough.
Wish me luck, folks.