I'd like to preface this post by saying that I am not one of those lazy young guys who leaves everything laying for someone else to do.
Having grown up with two elder sisters, an elder step-sister and an elder sister-in-law and NO BROTHERS I learned to cook, clean, wash, dry, sew, iron and everything else that they felt I owed them after so many years of male oppression in the Western World.

Having been injured lately, my Dad took pity on me and decided to do my washing for me.

And, without thinking, included a clean kilt that had been hung over my door to dry after getting caught in the rain.

And it shrunk.
A lot.




I suppose I could wear it low slung like I used to wear my skater jeans when I was a teenager, but I'm really not sure it would work at all.


On the up side, my new Indie denim kilt from Union Kilts should be here tomorrow!