Ode to Plaid.

Did you ever have your kid randomly tell you they needed a costume to wear to school. Then they drop the bomb that it's due in 3 days?
Yeah, me too. The 10 year old girl said Immigration Day is this week at school. She has to wear something from a country in her background. I'm excited by this, because we have family that came on the Mayflower. Wear lots of black, white collar, white bonnet, done.
Nope.
She has to be from Scotland, like my great grandfather. Not only that, she wants a kilt, a very specific kilt she found online. Complete with odd vest and frilly white shirt. Like this one, minus the shoulder scarf? I think it's a scarf. Honestly, I have no clue.
So, off to the fabric store to make a damn kilt. 
Now, my family on my mother's side has their own registered tartan. Yep, in Scotland, families register their tartans with some commission or committee or plaid parade. This is our family tartan.
Lots of red and blue. 
I found something close enough and bought it. Many hours of frustration later, we had a decent girl's kilt.
Now, that vest thingy.
Old black t-shirt? Check.
Cut off arms and cut slit down the middle? Check.
Lace black ribbon up the front? Check.
Tartan socks (don't tell her they're from the boys' department)? Check. I think it came out pretty good for someone who didn't use a pattern and really had no time or clue what she was doing. 
(Ignore the attitude on the kid's face, she's always throwing shade.)

​Anyway. The last minute kilt experiment turned out okay. Now, here are some hot guys in kilts because, why not?

xoxo