The kilted one speaks.....
Feb. 15th, 2008 06:52 pmI love my kilt.
Kilts, actually.
They're really more comfortable than any bifurcated garment I own. Honestly, if I could get away with them daily I would. But alas, while I do 'dress down' at work, other than on Halloween, I'm not quite so daring as to wear one to my office.
Other than that, I don't need much of an excuse to don one. Which is why Don sent me the jpeg below of a Scottish barstool.
Don's the friend who photographed me in kilt, sporran, jacobean shirt, hose, and gillies several years ago, then took me out to lunch immediately thereafter at a local Chinese buffet. A young Asian-American woman trotted over to me the moment I walked thru the door and gushed, "A KILT! I love kilts! Are the games back in town?" (Santa Rosa was home to the Bay Area's Highland Games for almost 90 years, unfortunately losing them to Pleasanton 6 or 7 years back.)
I launched in to my best burr, and trilled back at her, "Nay, lass, they've mooved ta Pleasanton, but if its games yer wantin' they're in Mesa, Arizona this Saturday,"
Her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped. "Are you a Scot?"
I smiled. "Lassie, I wear a skirt; I dunna cross-dress. You do the math."
So, fer yer pleasure,"The Scottish Barstool":

Kilts, actually.
They're really more comfortable than any bifurcated garment I own. Honestly, if I could get away with them daily I would. But alas, while I do 'dress down' at work, other than on Halloween, I'm not quite so daring as to wear one to my office.
Other than that, I don't need much of an excuse to don one. Which is why Don sent me the jpeg below of a Scottish barstool.
Don's the friend who photographed me in kilt, sporran, jacobean shirt, hose, and gillies several years ago, then took me out to lunch immediately thereafter at a local Chinese buffet. A young Asian-American woman trotted over to me the moment I walked thru the door and gushed, "A KILT! I love kilts! Are the games back in town?" (Santa Rosa was home to the Bay Area's Highland Games for almost 90 years, unfortunately losing them to Pleasanton 6 or 7 years back.)
I launched in to my best burr, and trilled back at her, "Nay, lass, they've mooved ta Pleasanton, but if its games yer wantin' they're in Mesa, Arizona this Saturday,"
Her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped. "Are you a Scot?"
I smiled. "Lassie, I wear a skirt; I dunna cross-dress. You do the math."
So, fer yer pleasure,"The Scottish Barstool":
