Gregor Edmunds Tartan is pretty nice…heh.
As predicted, the Oz man’s kilt is too small. Little man is nearly 6’2…duh. So we got on the interwebz and went kilt shopping last night. He found a Sportkilt he wants, the Marines Tartan of course. I think I’d also like to find a new kilt for Scotland in September but would maybe like to see what else is out there besides Sportkilt.
So of course I got on the world wide and started looking. I believe the tartan that Gregor Edmunds wears is very nice. No Tammy, the kilt! FOCUS!
If I could fly like Geoff Capes I’d be all for this tartan…
…it’s earthy and subdued. I like it.
Of course our Jolly Roger, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, kilts worked pretty swell and the hubs and I looked awfully cute in matchers…
…look at Matt with his little baby beard. Awwwww. The trouble with this is that the kilt is too small for me right now. Uck. Since the numbers on the scale are pointing downward finally, it’s a possibility that it’ll work by September. And there’d be something satisfying about being able to do well in a Games in my first kilt that took a years (plus) vacation while I decided to eat and drink unchecked. We’ll see.
Of course Kilts aren’t just for Highland Games ya know.
Rugby players can rock a kilt…I’m assuming Aussie footballer Cruze Ah-Nau would look great in a kilt. And I don’t even care what tartan it is. Hee.
Can’t forget how much Misha rocks out a kilt…and a WOB by the way…
Le sigh. Uhhhhh, I’ve forgotten what I’m doing. Oh ya, kilt shopping. Clearly this is not a decision to come by lightly. More research is needed.
Clearly.
A Scotsman clad in a kilt left the bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked that he’d drunk more than his share
He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet
Then stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by
And one said to the other with a twinkle in her eye
See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath their kilt
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
And lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth
They marveled for a moment then one said we must be gone
Let’s leave a present for our friend before we move along
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star the Scot’s kilt did lift and show
The Scotsman woke to nature’s call and stumbled toward the trees
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt and gasps at what he sees
In a startled voice he says to what’s before his eyes
Oh, lad, I don’t know where you’ve been but I see you’ve won first prize.
Scottish Poem
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