His bowtie looked out of place, as if he was trying too hard to look intellectual. She could tell that he felt awkward from the way he stood, the way he held his drink. But she knew he was a kind man. She wanted to go up to him and flirt with him, to make him feel attractive, to let the room see that a man like that could still be attractive to a young woman. But she knew that wouldn’t work, because not only was he old enough to be her father, he actually was her father.
I don’t have a bow tie but, I have heard that they are very hard to put on and very formal if you are going to a dinner with your boss or etc. That is why they make clip-on ties for you fellas who don’t know how to tie them.
I like bowties. Aren’t they cute? I have one, well, technically, it’s not mine, I gave it to my dad as a gift, but he can’t use it because of the strict uniform code at work, so I tend to wear it from time to time. It’s a black bowtie, with while polka dots on it. It makes me feel formal but cute and casual at the same time, so I like to wear it.
Wow! Those scruffy boys and girls that had been traipsing through the school corridors for the last four years suddenly looked like princes and princesses in the suits with bow ties and gorgeous dresses they wore for their formal leavers’ dinner.
i got my Bowtie on and i was sitting on the couch wondering what to do so i sat there for a while and thought i was thinking since it was a lazy Saturday and i have my dress up Bowtie on i can do a show so i start dancing and wait until anyone comes in the living room and notices that i am dancing then at one point everyone was in there watching me dance i was happy my little sister came in and she was playing monapoly so she was throwing me fake dollars from the game so really after all it wasn’t a bad Saturday i enjoyed it that is how i spent my Saturday afternoon
He was dressed marvelously in a black tuxedo. I could see him advancing across the room. Such a shame, I thought, to have to kill such a beautiful man.
long as i got my suit and tie was on the sing was loud untill i turned it off it really git annoying anyway even funnier i was wearing a bowtie hslf og persuasive writing as in the heading
I tightened my bowtie. “I’m all ready to go,” I said to myself as I walked out of the preparation room. She always preferred me when I was in a bowtie, might as well be the last time she sees me in one. Several people passed their blessing to me as I passed by, but I couldn’t say anything. Finally, I walked up to the coffin and looked at my little, three year old sister’s sewn eyes. “I know you think I look silly in these bowties, so I thought I would made you laugh for the last time,” I said, and then I closed the casket.
He straightened his bowtie and stepped out of the TARDIS doors to see the busy city of London bustling about below the high building top the ship had landed on. This was a wonderful day of adventure for the Doctor himself and he couldn’t wait a second longer to get started.
Arvey straightened the bowtie beneath Barkelee’s chin, unused to seeing him wear anything but tattered travelling tunics and breeches and boots with almost-holes in the soles. In fact, she was sure he was disoriented by her appearance as well. The golden gown did wonders for her lackluster figure, giving her curves she did not have and giving her hair a surprising sheen even in the dim light of the dressing room.
It had begun in the dusty corner of a dark dingy shop in the burlington arcade. He was 14 at the time, and the thought of menswear was appealingly exotic, even in such a context as England. The garment in question was old silk, worn soft and stained by time, draped pleasantly over the corner of a box filled with its compatriots. Something about its color or position must have jumped out at him. He left the shop with the bowtie curled up silkenly in his pocket, unpaid.
Through ravines of troubled loves and rapids of passionate endeavours the day had finally come. He had finally through a jungle of exquisite and elegant trees he had found one that ruined the rest. Ready to enter the adventure becoming one with another, his best man helped him with his bowtie.
It had begun in the dusty corner of a dark dingy shopin the burlington arcade. He was 14 at the time, and the thought of menswear was appealingly exotic, even in such a context as England. The garment in question was old silk, worn soft and stained by time, draped pleasantly over the corner of a box filled with its compatriots. Something about its color or position must have jumped out at him. He left the shop with the bowtie curled up silkenly in his pocket, unpaid.
Bowtie pasta. With lots of cheese and butter. The 4.99 pasta night Wednesdays is a good bowtie night at the local Bogetega. It comes with a thick slice of Italian bread, lemon water is on the table. A plastic hand will accept your grateful tip.
A tie that hangs round the neck. It comes in all shapes and sizes.used for dinner party or even sex games like a chippendale. they can be spotty, striped, red, black brown blue and grey. Made of cotton, silk and satin
I remember the first party we went to, before it all went to hell. He was standing by the bar and I slipped through the dancing couples to get to him. “You look nearly perfect,” I said softly, reaching up to straighten his bowtie. “You’d think you’ve never worn one of these before.”
What would should I do with out my tie? I need a second option, what about a bow tie? Can I pull it off, am I that cool? I need to hurry before I’m late for this dinner.
What’s the time it’s quarter to nine, time to have a bath. What do you mean we’re already clean. Scrub scrub scrub till the waters dry. Time is a ruler to measure the day, it doesn’t go backwards, only one way. Watch it go round like a merry go round. Going so fast like a merry go round. LETS GO ON A JOURNEY. A JOURNEY THROUGH TIME. CAUSE TIME IS CHANGING ALL THE TIME IT’S TIME TO GO TO TIME. But we don’t really want to, we’re going to miss our show. DON’T BE STUPID FRIENDS, C’mon it’s time to go. Time is old like Victorian times
He wore a bowtie & carried a paring knife in his left pocket at all times. He had a tendency to wear rubber rainboots in all kinds of weather. I had written him off as a hipster, initially, but then it rained & he came to the cafe with dripping hair, a drooping bowtie and a large grin. He had walked anyway, & I suppose the rainboots came in handy.
Then, of course, there was the time it did not rain, & he brought me a detailed carving of a salmon, tucking the paring knife back into its pocket.
A deep set of smoky eyes gazed into my eyes. The man dressed in the snazzy bow tie and black suit was absolutely handsome. I shook my head and remembered my mission. He must die tonight before the evening’s ball was over.
My mother makes pasta in the kitchen every third night. She says she doesn’t know many recipes because her mother never taught her, but I think it’s ok because I like pastas. She picks a different shape ever time, and this time it’s bowties, like the one I have hidden in my underwear drawer for when I need to look fancy. I wore it only once, at the place where Daddy disappeared.
“Dude, it has to be him. Look. Name, town. It matches. It’s him. This is your guy.”
“I guess so.” she couldn’t imagine him–scruffy boy, grass stems in his mouth, clothes full of holes–going to proms or wearing rented tuxes. Yet he must have–he was a concert pianist before they met, wasn’t he? And that when the moment she realized that maybe she had never really known him at all.
Bow tie, a shop full of bow ties. Who had the idea, of selling bow ties? I guess Mr. Klinch, the owner of the store, who accepted my job application.
Well then, hello boston couples ! I’m here to get your future husbands the most important accessories , to make your day perfect, ladies!
“You ready for this, son?” Dad asked me as he adjusted and then readjusted my black bowtie. I sighed and nodded, nervousness churning through my stomach. Today had finally arrived and I couldn’t of been happier.
“To marry the girl of my dreams? Of course I’m ready, Dad.”
The bowtie lying on the street in cold Charleston rain marked the end of something special. What once made me smile and laugh, and think more clearly about myself then washed away in the grimy street rain. Goodbye, old friend.
Bow tie , one day I have to wear it like my best friend josh. A useless and ugly bow tie to my own wedding. Well, that’s what josh is saying, but who says I have to get married?!
Polka-dot, striped, tie dye, or anything else. The bowtie is the most fashionable choice a guy, or girl, could make. Coupled with a fedora and you look like you belong in a black and white forties movie. Add in glasses and a ucalale, and well then sir, you are a hipster. Congratulations and long live.
Okay, well it gave me extra time. Blame the computer, not the website. Back to bowties. I will always and forever appreciate their not-so-subtle quirkiness. When ever I see a bowtie, I either know that person has a great personality or at least they like to think they do. More time uh, bowties.
It’s the day I always dreamed about, the day when I will say “yes” to my perfect future. Gerry Thomson, the guy I met in a cafe is going to be my husband I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with my perfect partner.
Dressed in her floor length dress she was self conscious. She had never worn anything like it before. But then she saw him. His elegance was mesmerizing, and for some reason his bowtie drew her towards him in a way she had never experienced before.
Jim wore a bowtie and what he called a “modified Ivy League” buzz cut until the 60s finally got hold of him. Even engineers want to be cool. Jim’s concession to coolness was a longer tie and slightly longer hair. Oh, and he ditched the pocket protector, too.
Going on A Quick Trip
Snag that Hanging fruit
then spitshine and lick it.
The dull (now shiny)
red apple skin catches
the ember-in-a-morningsky’s
reflection, stuck in space above,
so high
my mind
sticks too.
Think about light up there
just wave on wave of particles
to spare until I wave back
or scream an echo for Helios to hear
His bowtie looked out of place, as if he was trying too hard to look intellectual. She could tell that he felt awkward from the way he stood, the way he held his drink. But she knew he was a kind man. She wanted to go up to him and flirt with him, to make him feel attractive, to let the room see that a man like that could still be attractive to a young woman. But she knew that wouldn’t work, because not only was he old enough to be her father, he actually was her father.
I don’t have a bow tie but, I have heard that they are very hard to put on and very formal if you are going to a dinner with your boss or etc. That is why they make clip-on ties for you fellas who don’t know how to tie them.
“Your bowtie is crooked,” she murmured, reaching up to straighten it. She stepped back and looked me up and down.
“How do I look?”
“Perfect,” she sighed. “Just perfect.”
I like bowties. Aren’t they cute? I have one, well, technically, it’s not mine, I gave it to my dad as a gift, but he can’t use it because of the strict uniform code at work, so I tend to wear it from time to time. It’s a black bowtie, with while polka dots on it. It makes me feel formal but cute and casual at the same time, so I like to wear it.
Wow! Those scruffy boys and girls that had been traipsing through the school corridors for the last four years suddenly looked like princes and princesses in the suits with bow ties and gorgeous dresses they wore for their formal leavers’ dinner.
i got my Bowtie on and i was sitting on the couch wondering what to do so i sat there for a while and thought i was thinking since it was a lazy Saturday and i have my dress up Bowtie on i can do a show so i start dancing and wait until anyone comes in the living room and notices that i am dancing then at one point everyone was in there watching me dance i was happy my little sister came in and she was playing monapoly so she was throwing me fake dollars from the game so really after all it wasn’t a bad Saturday i enjoyed it that is how i spent my Saturday afternoon
He was dressed marvelously in a black tuxedo. I could see him advancing across the room. Such a shame, I thought, to have to kill such a beautiful man.
bowtie is a verb
when used particularly
you bowtied yourself
around my neck
for all to see
what a dashing bowtie!
long as i got my suit and tie was on the sing was loud untill i turned it off it really git annoying anyway even funnier i was wearing a bowtie hslf og persuasive writing as in the heading
I tightened my bowtie. “I’m all ready to go,” I said to myself as I walked out of the preparation room. She always preferred me when I was in a bowtie, might as well be the last time she sees me in one. Several people passed their blessing to me as I passed by, but I couldn’t say anything. Finally, I walked up to the coffin and looked at my little, three year old sister’s sewn eyes. “I know you think I look silly in these bowties, so I thought I would made you laugh for the last time,” I said, and then I closed the casket.
He straightened his bowtie and stepped out of the TARDIS doors to see the busy city of London bustling about below the high building top the ship had landed on. This was a wonderful day of adventure for the Doctor himself and he couldn’t wait a second longer to get started.
Arvey straightened the bowtie beneath Barkelee’s chin, unused to seeing him wear anything but tattered travelling tunics and breeches and boots with almost-holes in the soles. In fact, she was sure he was disoriented by her appearance as well. The golden gown did wonders for her lackluster figure, giving her curves she did not have and giving her hair a surprising sheen even in the dim light of the dressing room.
The shot rang out. Bowtie man dropped the gun, and walked cooly to the exit.
It had begun in the dusty corner of a dark dingy shop in the burlington arcade. He was 14 at the time, and the thought of menswear was appealingly exotic, even in such a context as England. The garment in question was old silk, worn soft and stained by time, draped pleasantly over the corner of a box filled with its compatriots. Something about its color or position must have jumped out at him. He left the shop with the bowtie curled up silkenly in his pocket, unpaid.
He straightened his Breaking Bad bowtie with shaky fingers and took a deep breath before walking into the medical marijuana dispensary.
Through ravines of troubled loves and rapids of passionate endeavours the day had finally come. He had finally through a jungle of exquisite and elegant trees he had found one that ruined the rest. Ready to enter the adventure becoming one with another, his best man helped him with his bowtie.
It had begun in the dusty corner of a dark dingy shopin the burlington arcade. He was 14 at the time, and the thought of menswear was appealingly exotic, even in such a context as England. The garment in question was old silk, worn soft and stained by time, draped pleasantly over the corner of a box filled with its compatriots. Something about its color or position must have jumped out at him. He left the shop with the bowtie curled up silkenly in his pocket, unpaid.
Bowtie pasta. With lots of cheese and butter. The 4.99 pasta night Wednesdays is a good bowtie night at the local Bogetega. It comes with a thick slice of Italian bread, lemon water is on the table. A plastic hand will accept your grateful tip.
I see a bowtie and when I do I know it is you.
A tie that hangs round the neck. It comes in all shapes and sizes.used for dinner party or even sex games like a chippendale. they can be spotty, striped, red, black brown blue and grey. Made of cotton, silk and satin
I remember the first party we went to, before it all went to hell. He was standing by the bar and I slipped through the dancing couples to get to him. “You look nearly perfect,” I said softly, reaching up to straighten his bowtie. “You’d think you’ve never worn one of these before.”
What would should I do with out my tie? I need a second option, what about a bow tie? Can I pull it off, am I that cool? I need to hurry before I’m late for this dinner.
What’s the time it’s quarter to nine, time to have a bath. What do you mean we’re already clean. Scrub scrub scrub till the waters dry. Time is a ruler to measure the day, it doesn’t go backwards, only one way. Watch it go round like a merry go round. Going so fast like a merry go round. LETS GO ON A JOURNEY. A JOURNEY THROUGH TIME. CAUSE TIME IS CHANGING ALL THE TIME IT’S TIME TO GO TO TIME. But we don’t really want to, we’re going to miss our show. DON’T BE STUPID FRIENDS, C’mon it’s time to go. Time is old like Victorian times
He wore a bowtie & carried a paring knife in his left pocket at all times. He had a tendency to wear rubber rainboots in all kinds of weather. I had written him off as a hipster, initially, but then it rained & he came to the cafe with dripping hair, a drooping bowtie and a large grin. He had walked anyway, & I suppose the rainboots came in handy.
Then, of course, there was the time it did not rain, & he brought me a detailed carving of a salmon, tucking the paring knife back into its pocket.
I have worn a bow tie only once in my life, and that was my senior prom. Very stylish I would say, I wish I had more chances to wear one.
Which one, oh which one should I use today?
The blue one? The red one? Or the spotted one?
So many to chose from! I stand wondering what to do? I have no idea anymore there are no answers in my head no more…
A deep set of smoky eyes gazed into my eyes. The man dressed in the snazzy bow tie and black suit was absolutely handsome. I shook my head and remembered my mission. He must die tonight before the evening’s ball was over.
it’s a object to wear it. I think it’s beautiful it’s acessorie
My mother makes pasta in the kitchen every third night. She says she doesn’t know many recipes because her mother never taught her, but I think it’s ok because I like pastas. She picks a different shape ever time, and this time it’s bowties, like the one I have hidden in my underwear drawer for when I need to look fancy. I wore it only once, at the place where Daddy disappeared.
“Sure, but why’s he in a bowtie?”
“Dude, it has to be him. Look. Name, town. It matches. It’s him. This is your guy.”
“I guess so.” she couldn’t imagine him–scruffy boy, grass stems in his mouth, clothes full of holes–going to proms or wearing rented tuxes. Yet he must have–he was a concert pianist before they met, wasn’t he? And that when the moment she realized that maybe she had never really known him at all.
Bow tie, a shop full of bow ties. Who had the idea, of selling bow ties? I guess Mr. Klinch, the owner of the store, who accepted my job application.
Well then, hello boston couples ! I’m here to get your future husbands the most important accessories , to make your day perfect, ladies!
“You ready for this, son?” Dad asked me as he adjusted and then readjusted my black bowtie. I sighed and nodded, nervousness churning through my stomach. Today had finally arrived and I couldn’t of been happier.
“To marry the girl of my dreams? Of course I’m ready, Dad.”
The bowtie lying on the street in cold Charleston rain marked the end of something special. What once made me smile and laugh, and think more clearly about myself then washed away in the grimy street rain. Goodbye, old friend.
Bow tie , one day I have to wear it like my best friend josh. A useless and ugly bow tie to my own wedding. Well, that’s what josh is saying, but who says I have to get married?!
Polka-dot, striped, tie dye, or anything else. The bowtie is the most fashionable choice a guy, or girl, could make. Coupled with a fedora and you look like you belong in a black and white forties movie. Add in glasses and a ucalale, and well then sir, you are a hipster. Congratulations and long live.
Okay, well it gave me extra time. Blame the computer, not the website. Back to bowties. I will always and forever appreciate their not-so-subtle quirkiness. When ever I see a bowtie, I either know that person has a great personality or at least they like to think they do. More time uh, bowties.
It’s the day I always dreamed about, the day when I will say “yes” to my perfect future. Gerry Thomson, the guy I met in a cafe is going to be my husband I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with my perfect partner.
Dressed in her floor length dress she was self conscious. She had never worn anything like it before. But then she saw him. His elegance was mesmerizing, and for some reason his bowtie drew her towards him in a way she had never experienced before.
you would have looked so handsome standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for me. your bowtie would have been white.
Jim wore a bowtie and what he called a “modified Ivy League” buzz cut until the 60s finally got hold of him. Even engineers want to be cool. Jim’s concession to coolness was a longer tie and slightly longer hair. Oh, and he ditched the pocket protector, too.
Going on A Quick Trip
Snag that Hanging fruit
then spitshine and lick it.
The dull (now shiny)
red apple skin catches
the ember-in-a-morningsky’s
reflection, stuck in space above,
so high
my mind
sticks too.
Think about light up there
just wave on wave of particles
to spare until I wave back
or scream an echo for Helios to hear