So, I had a few boxes waiting for me when I got home from work this afternoon. The first one was from The frugal Corner with my new sporran in it. The second was from Stillwater. This one had a brand new standard in MacLeod Hunting, a kilt belt, kilt hose, kilt pin, and child's thifty kilt in the same tartan.

Much like a kid at Christmas, I dug in and started to explore my new treasures. The look on my son's face was wonderful when I told him I had a surprise for him and pulled out his kilt.

Now, I was going to wait until tomorrow to wear my new kilt, but the 6 year old exuberance got the better of me. So before we set out for the grocery store this afternoon, we donned out new clothes (Pictures to follow this weekend, I promise.) and set off.

Let me just say that if a cute kid is a chick magnet, and a kilt is a chick magnet, then a cute kid in a kilt is just scary. We had girls pulling over to talk to us as we were walking down the sidewalk. The lady at the bakery gave him a cookie on the house. I am still in awe.

So, with being a kilt owner for less than an day, I have already expierienced the full gammut of reactions from double takes, to pointing, to free cookies.

Now I just need to figure out what to get next. I finding myself becoming partial to the American District tartans. Mybe the bi-centennial? Hmmmmm....

James