Tied Up in Tradition: A Principal’s Bow Tie Awakening

After years of quiet resistance, I’ve finally crossed over; I’ve embraced the bow tie life, at least for a day. And not just any bow tie, mind you. This wasn’t a clip-on grabbed in a rush before morning announcements. No, this was a hand-tied, mirror-wrestled, dignity-questioning bow tie. It took me 30 minutes to “master” the technique (though once I stood in front of the mirror, it was more like 3). Reading the instructions felt mildly humbling, but the satisfaction of learning something new—and looking sharp doing it—was worth it.

Now, I wonder: Can I officially apply for membership in the unofficial fraternity of bow tie principals in the Archdiocese of St. Louis? There’s a group—about 10 to 12 strong—who wear their bow ties with pride and purpose. They’re a bit of a clique, but not in the exclusionary sense. They carry themselves with a certain scholarly air, many of them pursuing doctorates and preparing for the day they’ll be addressed as “Dr. So-and-So.” It’s impressive, really.

As one of the more seasoned administrators in our Archdiocese (some might say “grey beard,” others might say “veteran of every dilemma—twice”), I’ve learned not to let comparison steal my joy. Still, I’ll admit there’s a part of me that notices the quiet confidence of these bow-tied colleagues. They seem to know things—important things. And while I don’t feel more intelligent or entitled today just because I’m wearing a bow tie, I do feel a bit more polished. It’s a slight nod to tradition, and a subtle celebration of growth—both personal and professional.

Having recently shed a few pounds, I’m rediscovering the joy of tailored fits, waistcoats, and sweater vests. The bow tie fits right in—not just as a fashion statement, but as a symbol of embracing change, even when it’s just a new way to tie a knot.

And speaking of style, I’d be remiss not to give a shout-out to Howard Schroeder, a talented local digital artist, secular Franciscan, and proud alumnus of St. Francis of Assisi School in Oakville, MO—my former stomping ground. Three of his stunning pieces now grace both my office and the School Office. They bring beauty, inspiration, and yes, they may or may not be strategically hiding a few wall imperfections. But they do it with grace and flair—just like a good bow tie.

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