Six.

This past autumn, I had the luck to discover my favorite tie maker in the world, who was in town on one of their semi-annual visits to the luxury department stores.  Quite surprisingly, I found that it received compliments from a person who is used to seeing me wear ties all the time, but this is not really surprising because the tie is absolutely remarkable, extraordinary.

Well, for the past week, they have been in town again, and I went to their booth four times.  The first time was just snooping around with no direct intent.  The second was a full on attack, uncovering even the boxes underneath the table, and I wound up with five ties.  I went back a third time just to make sure and, lo and behold, talked myself into a sixth tie.  Today was the fourth time, and I restrained myself from picking up at least two more (though will probably complain about it later), but really because I bought the two lovely saleswomen a gift from a local confectionary.  I have had such a great time, and future many great times to wear those ties, that I needed to give them some kind of thank you.

That is the extent to which my devotion towards this material possession has become, and, as I told them, greatly look forward to their return trip in the fall. 

the location.

the score.