I used to love to wear ties, so I would wear suits to profess. Not many women did, but if I wanted to wear a tie, there wasn’t much choice. I had a lot of ties. Bob gave me some of his old ties–the stripes, dots, and stuff like that. I bought light blue ties covered in flowers and other “female flighty” sorts of ties. But my absolute favorite tie was my Sylvester tie, given to me by my dear sister.
I did actually wear my Sylvie when I taught, on occasion, when the subject matter needed a bit of livening. But not often, as I did want to be taken seriously, after all.
Once I retired from the podium, I gave away my suits and then I gave away most of my ties. But not Sylvester. It still hangs from its hook on my wall (mostly decorative nowadays), but every once in a long while, I cannot help myself, and on goes the tie. It actually works well with jeans and t-shirts, no suit required. When I walk out wearing Sylvie, I cannot help but put on a happy smile and walk with a jaunty step. Feeling young, carefree, and all that. If I knew how to tap dance, I’d be dancing. It’s that good.
So, here he is, my wonderful Sylvester. (Do you think I would play better golf if I wore him on the course?!) Thank you, sis.